Impatience coursed through me, causing me to snap at our crew's physician. "Get on with it, Torin. What contamination?"
His light skin paled further at my tone. "She has DNA markers other than ours in her system. Other non-Earthly markers. Either it's an error, or she's deliberately been compromised."
His revelation caused concern from all of us. Specific portions of our DNA relating to mating had been added to the subject as an embryo, as well as an immune-altering agent that would lie dormant until her body fully matured. Then the agent would prevent her body from rejecting the first biological changes needed to cement her as our own in preparation for her transformation.
Driat, who had remained silent until now, coldly gave his own opinion. "Bring the female directly here to the ship's medical bay, and we'll handle the rest ourselves." His onyx stare challenged me to deny him. Driat had no desire to command, though he very well could. Instead, he was our dark assassin and security and defense captain, depending on what the situation called for. His own wants took a backseat, willingly, for the rest of us often enough that even had I not agreed, I would have likely acquiesced to him regardless.
A sharp nod from me had Melior directing the Mimics to send her directly to our ship.
Chari
Strange dreams of darkness and words in a language I'd never heard nor understood plagued me along with intermittent bursts of pain. I felt somewhat aware, but not, almost like I was in some sort of inescapable sleep paralysis loop. Moans that I recognized as my own pierced through, trying to jolt me to wakefulness. Something sharp was behind my ear, boring into my skull. My scream came next, followed by— English. The voices of the men were clearly understandable now even though I still couldn't move, and my vision was dark. Not that I particularly cared what they were saying with the agony in my brain.
"Why is she awake? She's in pain!" That voice I did latch onto. Make it stop, I tried to plead, but my vocal cords wouldn't form anything other than their moaning expression of my ordeal.
A closer voice answered from directly above me. "It was necessary to bring her partially out of sedation to confirm the tech is working properly." Soon the small amount of wakefulness thankfully faded, along with the pain.
Again with the voices. I'd floated in and out of consciousness, each time with more discomfort, some dull and annoying, while others were excruciating. I wasn't sure if I wanted to fight or just let go. Without any control over my own body, I was quickly sinking into despair of whatever hell I'd managed to land in. It was doubtful I'd made it to the treatment facility, unless they were really a front for a sadistic group of torturers.
This time, my awareness was more complete, and hope bloomed in my chest. Maybe I can get out of here. I didn't feel like I was able to move, though I was at least not feeling more than a severe soreness throughout my body. It was a vast improvement over the prior instances. Weirdly, well, more weirdly, a surge of heat had begun to move through my extremities, warming further on each pass until I squirmed with discomfort. I can move!
I forced my heavy eyelids up, immediately squinting at the filtered light. I might have closed them again altogether except for the emerald-hued man with sapphire hair spiked into a faux-hawk. He was a hulking brute, corded with muscle and sporting crystalline eyes a few shades lighter than the vibrant arches above them. And he wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing.
That lack of covering made it impossible not to notice the things jutting out at full mast from his groin area. At least I assumed that was what the area was since they roughly resembled the anatomy of male reproductive organs. There was just some... extra stuff going on down there. A rumbling growl jerked my attention back up to his face with its sharp cheekbones, patterned with lighter jade marks near his ears. My mind was having trouble with the blatant lack of humanity, the only reason I could figure for not noticing that I was prone on a bed, nude. It hadn't registered until the male reached out and I tracked the movement of his hand, then my discovery had a spike of terror lending me the strength to scurry back.
At least I attempted to. The male clamped his hand on my thigh, halting my escape. "Get away!" barely made it past my lips before another flood of heat, centering on my nether regions and causing my nipples to tighten, washed my fear away to the far recesses of my mind. It was still there, just muted to the point that my sudden arousal held my attention. Panting from the nearly painful onslaught of sensation, I pushed up onto my elbows as the male manipulated my legs to bend and spread, exposing my drenched and swollen core.
Another rumble accompanied by a single digit reaching out to glide through the slick petals of flesh caused a confused pulling in my chest. I didn't understand what was happening other than I wanted him much closer. A whine escaped my throat when one thick finger slipped inside, hooking and rubbing until I angled my legs further back to allow him better access. His movement to kneel on the bed barely distracted me from that finger sliding out to prod lower, where it smeared the abundant arousal around.
It was then that the brief memory of his appendages flashed through my mind. A long, curved, and thick phallic member with a darker bulbous head and ridges lining the upper half sat above a thinner yet longer, rope-like length of flesh rippled along the entire exterior and ending in a pointed tip. Somewhat normal appearing testicles, other than being abnormally oversized, hung behind the two organs.
A wave of calm infused my limbs as he positioned that massive dick at my entrance, lending a boneless lethargy that relaxed the tense rigidity that had tried to rise up. The first stretch of that rounded tip temporarily took my breath until it tunneled deep in a firm thrust, then my air expelled with a sharp cry of pleasure. My legs attempted to wrap around the thick body rutting between my thighs, but they only managed to hook around his hips while my heels anchored into the sides of his overly firm buttocks.
I might have remained in my dazed, pleasure-filled state had the absolutely foreign sensation of my sphincter expanding at the intrusion of what I could only think of as a tentacle not burned away the haze of lust. A shriek burst from my lungs when lucidity returned, startling the male into jerking away from me, causing an uncomfortable pulling at both my openings. Fury filled my mind as I lunged after him, only for my limbs to fail like a marionette with its strings cut, causing me to flop back. I tried to fight the descending darkness, but it was no use, and I went into my slumber cussing up a storm inside my mind.
Torbus
Melior came out of the virtual simulation, pulling off the headset before groaning and cupping his balls at the aborted pseudo mating. His dick was still in the stimulation sleeve that connected to the rod poised just outside the female's vaginal opening. The lower device hung limp, devoid of the air that had filled it after being pulled from her anus. He wasn't the only one aroused and erect and torn between finding out what happened and staring at the slick and glistening pink center on display.
Torin was the only one who wasn't honed in on the yet again unconscious female, and a moment later, we found out why. "There's a neuro blocker I somehow missed. I don't understand why it wouldn't have shown up on the scans. I think someone is deliberately sabotaging us, because I just ran the autoscan, and it passed right over it. I found it by manually looking. We can't proceed until I've gone over her entire body and done a full work-up."
The news was a blow to us all, but Melior had drawn the lot to synthetically mate with the female first and was furious in his disappointment. Throwing off the stimulator, he stalked out of the medical bay, presumably heading for his quarters.
The information had me running my hand through my short vibrant red hair in frustration. "We've been here, orbiting Earth, for nine of their rotations already. We planned on two full chronital cycles. We're midpoint to one now. How long will this push our schedule back? With the unrest on Helion, we nearly didn't get to take our leave to retrieve the female."
My brother, just as frustrated, snapped back, "I'm aware of the time difference, Torbus, but thi
s isn't a situation I can expedite. She's mostly still human and extremely fragile at this point. The procedures would have been done under a team and in a controlled environment. I can only compensate for so much. You know our own planet’s females have to be receptive to take the bonds. We can't facilitate them and stimulate the change without that step. It's the entire point of what we just had to abort with Melior."
He wasn't telling me anything I didn't already know, but it was a harsh blow to our dreams of officially being a mated crew and therefore never having to worry about being separated by duty to the crown. If we returned unmated, we'd never have another chance.
Coming to a decision that none of them would like, I made my decree. Sometimes, being the leader was a hard burden to shoulder. "If we can't complete the mission in the allotted time, the subject will need to be altered for forced acceptance." Driat immediately started to object, but I stayed his argument with a direct stare. "If it comes to a mentally functioning mate or our family, then I choose us. She'll never know." Without waiting for a response, I left the medical bay with accusing glares following in my wake.
Ulric
The Mimic overseer of the Raiter Center cowered before me as I slammed my fist on the table. "Where is my female subject?" The low and controlled tone of my voice was in direct contrast to my physical expression of outrage.
"The Eleon Team took possession already, my lord. The subject was slated as theirs from conception."
"And did I not override that decision when I requested the next available female? Is that not why you altered her markers and put in a blocker for the others? I am your prince, and I need a mate immediately." I fixed a hard stare on the lifeform pretending to be a human male, daring him to deny me.
"There's another coming up. Eight to fourteen Earth months from now depending on when her maturation is complete." His wince proved he knew how unsuitable that was for me.
"Then I'll just have to make them return her, won't I? They couldn't have completed anything permanent this soon." I pulled my communicator from the vest of my armor before glancing back up at the director of the Raiter Center. "Do I really need to tell you you're excused?" The male scurried from the room posthaste as I made the connection to the palace.
"Father, I just learned that your best crew is Earth-side. Did you not get the message that I was going to fetch my female? With the Vatigon Team escorting me, surely the Eleons should be at your side or at least orbiting Helion." By the time my conversation with my sire ended, I was positive it would be only a matter of hours before the female would be delivered to me.
Torbus
The directive for our immediate return home obliterated both plans. No matter what argument I gave, the Emperor couldn't be swayed. Now we had two options— leave the female behind or take her with us as she was and hope to sway her to accept us.
"We can't travel with her in this limbo. It will kill her or cause a mutation."
"I'm aware, Torin. Do what you can to complete the current procedures, and we'll deal with the rest once we've reached Helion."
"You do realize I'll have to wake her up before we make a jump into hyperspace, correct?" I groaned, forgetting that being in stasis wasn't safe either. Which meant we'd be dealing with a physically and emotionally volatile female that had been abducted from her home and altered without permission.
"Make Driat handle the explanations. He's the scary one, so maybe she won't be so difficult." Melior's suggestion wasn’t a bad one. Driat was abrasive to outsiders, and until she was our mate, the female fell into that category.
"Fine," came from Torin, "I'll suspend everything except non-essential areas. Give me half a rotation, and we should be able to wake her up."
Chari
This time, the world, or weird ass facility, was crystal clear. I was weak and felt very off, but I was finally awake. Also considering that I might be fucking crazy because there were four very not human men standing around me.
When one mumbled about there being very little in the records about my use of profanity, excuse me, 'female subject's use of profanity,' I started cursing up a blue streak much to the consternation of the group.
The green one spoke up. "Driat, you're supposed to be handling this." The dark one just stared at a spot on the wall behind me, ignoring his cohort. The green man sighed. "We don't have time for your histrionics; we've been called home. I know this comes as a shock to you, but you've been selected to be our mate, and you'll be returning home with us to complete your transformation."
I gaped at the blunt audacity of the man, along with his brethren. Apparently, that wasn’t what had been discussed. But only one thing stood out in my mind.
"You! You fucking asshole, you raped me." And then I dissolved into a hysterical mess.
"Why does she remember?" It was the last thing I bothered to pay attention to and the final nail in my coffin as my thoughts went to my poor parents and what these monsters had done to me. Eventually, my mind decided to protect itself, and I went away, uncaring of where my physical body was.
Torbus
The female had shut herself down into a catatonic state. The blame was being thrown around, and while I felt a measure of unexpected guilt, events were frankly out of our control. Tampering with chosen subjects just wasn't done, and now it had led to the mess we were currently in. Flicking my screen to the medical bay, I took one last look at the female that I was determined to make our mate before turning it back to the exterior of the ship and preparing to make our first jump into hyperspace to speed us on our way home.
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Elizabeth’s Alien Abduction
Aria Starling
About Elizabeth’s Alien Abduction
I’m a freaking statistic. Stolen by aliens and destined for a one-way trip to Ittux.
Or am I?
It seems that something about me has caught one alien’s eye.
The emperor.
He wants me as part of his harem. And while I have no intention of being one woman among many, I plan on using his power to return me to Earth.
So mission, ‘make the emperor fall in love with me so I can manipulate him’ is on. I’m sure I can handle it.
Although before we even leave Earth, I’m noticing a problem.
The emperor doesn’t seem to be the only one smitten in this relationship . . .
But no, I can’t fall in love with an alien.
Can I?
Chapter 1
This can’t be happening. I’m going to be a goddam statistic!
The cell door in front of me opens as an alien grunts, motioning for me to get inside.
Half numb, I shuffle in, plopping down onto the nearest bench as the yon alien shuts the door. I sit there, face-to-face with other human women, all staring at me. A lock clicks. The guard’s footsteps echo down the hall as he leaves. Until this point, I�
��ve hidden my anxiety and fear. I’ve kept my expression mask-like, stoic, but now that the guard has gone, I give up. A big, ugly, loud wail bursts from me.
There’s only so much a woman can take. For me, being abducted and tossed in a cell is the straw that broke the camel’s back.
No more poli-sci courses. No more dancing with my friends at grungy bars and stumbling home laughing. No more flirting with guys. No more brunches with my girls or binging shows.
Thank God my parents passed a few years ago. They’re not alive to worry about their baby-girl being abducted.
I press the heels of my hands into my eyes, trying to calm myself before I launch down the rabbit hole of despair. A moment later, a light hand lands on my shoulder. I suck in a breath, commanding the tears to stop. I’d almost forgotten about the others, but now that I’ve been reminded of them, I don’t want to seem weak, like a girl who will lose it over every little thing. No one else in the cell is crying.
“It sucks, I understand,” a feminine voice says, her tone soft, calming. “They took me when they ransacked New York. But know that while the yon aren’t gentlemen, they aren’t as terrible as the horror stories. Most seem okay, there are only a few bad apples.”
“They don’t seem terrible now,” a sour voice spat. “Wait until we launch into fucking outer space. They’ll probably rape us and get us all pregnant.”
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