There was one problem: that rocket only had a one-way trip.
Chapter 3
I was light-headed and nauseous when I saw the light again. A shadow stepped in front of the cold white light, and I turned my head. “Who’s there?” I called out.
“Don’t move!” The person shouted in a deep voice. As they got closer, I saw that they were a Zexian. Not a ripped warrior, but more of a regular-looking guy. A regular guy with purple scales and yellow eyes. Zexians were mostly humanoid, but no human had ever looked as handsome as even their most homely people.
I held up my hands. “I’m sorry. I got lost,” I squeaked. Tears threatened to spill out of my eyes.
The Zexian frowned. “A stowaway?” He shook his head. “Come with me.”
“Wait, wait!” I cried as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the trailer. “I’m not a stowaway, this is a misunderstanding!”
The Zexian grunted and ignored me.
We were in a long hallway, every surface was made of plastic and stainless steel. Neon lights tracked the floor and ceiling in different colors. I’d never seen anything like it before.
“The Security Department will decide what to do with you, human,” he said, keeping his eyes forward.
I let out a sigh. “Please,” I whispered, knowing he was ignoring me, anyway.
We stopped at a sliding glass door. There was a sign in a language that I couldn’t read. Zexian.
My captor hit a buzzer, and the door slid open, revealing what looked to be an office of some kind. There were computer monitors hooked up around a white desk and other furniture set around a 360-degree holographic television, something that only the top 1% on Earth could afford. At the very back of the room, there was a glass stall, and I knew exactly what that was, a holding cell for unruly passengers.
“Wait!” I squirmed in vain.
“When the security captain Xavir returns, he can deal with you,” my captor said. “I’m already behind on unloading.” He grumbled to himself as he shoved me into the holding cell.
I pushed my hands against the glass. “Wait, no! This is a mistake!”
The Zaxian ignored me and left me alone.
I shivered, stuck in a glass cell that was barely large enough for me to stretch my arms out. Everything in this place was cold, the vents were blowing frigid air from the ceiling. I curled my arms inward, wishing I had at least worn a sweater or something. This dress was too thin.
“What now?” I whispered to myself. I’d gone from a dark box to a bright cell in less than fifteen minutes.
My eyes were drawn to the holographic television. It was showing the Tribute ceremony. I watched the attendants line up in perfect color. It was almost as if tiny versions of the people were in here with me. I saw all the Tributes I’d met, Miss Canada, Miss Mexico, all of them were beaming and waving to the crowds.
My heart ached. I must have been literally packed up with the Tributes’ Earthly belongings and sent to the mothership. How the hell could that have happened? Surely someone should have noticed. Or at least someone would notice me missing soon.
Suddenly, the sliding door opened, and a buzzer made me jump. A huge Zexian man stood there, looking very angry. He was dressed in a black security uniform that perfectly complimented his purple iridescent skin and shimmering eyes. He had short black hair and sharp cheekbones. This must have been Captain Xavir.
I was left speechless. My jaw literally dropped at his beauty. He was a Zexian warrior, the finest of the entire race.
The Zexian’s eyes met mine. He frowned. “So you’re the Earthling who snuck aboard the mothership?” he shouted.
I cringed, pushing myself to the back wall of the cell. “I’m sorry. I mean, it was an accident. I wasn’t trying to sneak aboard, I swear!”
Xavir didn’t seem convinced. “Tell me the truth.”
“I am,” I said, practically begging at this point. “You have to believe me.”
“I don’t have to do anything, Earthling,” Xavir snapped.
“It’s Rianne,” I said.
“Fine, Rianne. Wait until I speak to someone about this. I hope you know that Zexian’s have no sympathy for criminals.”
“I know,” I said softly. “The 2059 Zexian Criminal Code is the toughest in this galaxy. Simple crimes against the race mean death or dismemberment. There is no such thing as a prison on the Zexian home planet. Criminals that dishonor the race are extinguished.”
“What did you say?” Xavir asked.
I hadn’t spoken loudly. I didn’t think he would have heard me through the glass. “Nothing, just stuff that I know.”
“I didn’t think a pretty female like you would know much about the Criminal Code,” he said. “Especially the most recent version.”
“I’m a nerd,” I said with a shrug. Wait, had Xavir called me pretty?
“Hm,” Xavir said. His golden eyes flicked to the holographic television. After all this commotion, I’d missed who was picked as Tribute first. The camera was showing Miss Columbia being matched with a warrior with long hair and perfect dimples. They looked perfect for each other.
I held in a sigh. This should have been the best day of my life, watching the Tributes with the crowds below and maybe getting a sweet promotion out of it too. Instead, I was here getting frowned at by a Zexian warrior. Wait… why was that a bad thing? I just realized the position I was in, and my chest went tight.
Xavir strode over to his wall of monitors and put his hands on his hips. His uniform accentuated his muscular body, and I couldn’t help but stare. Xavier looked over his shoulder at me. “Something wrong, Earthling?”
I shook my head. “Nothing,” I said. Now that my mind had begun to wander, it felt impossible to stop.
“Do you think you could let me out? I promise I’ll be good,” I asked.
Xavir’s eyes flicked up and down me. Finally, he spoke. “I suppose.” He punched a button on his desk, and the glass cell opened. “Don’t do anything stupid,” he added. “I don’t want to kill you and make a mess of my new furniture.”
I laughed nervously and stepped out, avoiding his burning eyes. The air in the office was even colder than the cell. I supposed that my breathing and body heat had warmed the glass tube up, even though I was only in there for a short while.
Xavir went back to working on his computer.
I sat down and watched the holographic tv, most of the women had been chosen now. I wondered if those who were picked last were embarrassed, or if someone sometimes never got picked. How would that work anyway? Would they send her back to Earth, or would something worse happen? I shook the thought from my head, knowing that whatever was going to happen to me might be similar.
Xavir looked up from his holographic keyboard. “I am going to request a shuttle home for you, Earthling.”
“Home?” I repeated.
Xavir grumbled something that I couldn’t make out.
“But what do I do until then?” I asked.
“Stay out of trouble,” The security captain replied. “You’re lucky I don’t have you ejected with the rest of the garbage right into space.”
I cringed and sunk down in the chair, looking at my feet. Wow, what a jerk. I let a few moments pass before speaking again. “I’m sorry if I’ve made trouble for you,” I said. “I didn’t mean to get stuck here.”
Xavir glanced over. “Whatever. When the shuttle comes to bring the Tributes and their mates to the mother ship, you can go back with them. The Earth representatives can figure out what to do with you.”
I watched him typing furiously on his computer. He stood while he worked, leaning back slightly and giving me the perfect view of his muscular legs. Something quivered inside of me. Desire. Something I hadn’t felt for someone before my entire life.
I tapped my feet and looked away, struggling to not let my imagination get carried away with the thought of a Zexian warrior claiming me. I shivered.
“Are you cold?” Xavir asked.
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sp; “Oh,” I said with surprise. “Uh, yeah, a little.” I couldn’t let him know that my trembling was due to raging female hormones. I was twenty-nine and on the cusp of my “prime” according to Women’s Health Magazine.
Xavir went over to a closet and pulled out a metallic blanket. It looked like those survival blankets, but a little thicker and with a quilted design. “Here,” he said, throwing it across the room at me.
I grabbed it, shocked by how soft it was. The quilting was done in perfect swirling designs, with little stars dotted here and there. It was so much more than a survival blanket, it looked handmade. “Thanks,” I said, wrapping it around my shoulders.
“I don’t know why Earth females wear such little outfits,” He grumbled.
“I hadn’t planned on being rocketed into space. Down on the tarmac, it was nearly one hundred degrees,” I snapped back.
Xavir’s eyebrows raised. He hadn’t been expecting me to snap at him. “Fine,” he sighed. He was quiet for another minute, then he looked up, staring at me.
“What?” I asked. Now I was scared. Was he going to kill me for that remark? I mean, he probably could rip me in half with his bare hands. Wow, why was that thought turning me on too? Calm down, girl. “What is it?” I asked again.
“I can smell you,” Xavir said. “You’re in heat.”
Chapter 4
My jaw dropped. “Excuse me?” I exclaimed. “I’m in what?” I wasn’t an animal. Who used words like that to describe someone feeling horny? How did he know how I was feeling, anyway?
“You heard me,” The Zexian said.
I was frozen with embarrassment. “You must be mistaken,” I sniffed.
“Don’t lie to me, human,” Xavir said. “I know the scent of a female in need, human or otherwise.”
I was shocked.
“Thankfully, we have ways of fixing that. Feminine scents are too distracting for warriors. They need to be taken care of.”
“What do you mean?” I squeaked, my body trembling.
Xavir walked over, clearing the space between us in a few long strides. He grabbed me by my forearm and pulled me towards the cell.
“Wait! What are you doing?”
“Stop struggling,” he said. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you out of the cell.” He pushed me back into the glass tube. “Don’t worry, you’ll like this.”
I slammed my fists on the glass. “What? What are you talking about?” I knew nothing of Zexian methods of calming horny women. This hadn’t been mentioned in any of the research I’d done over the years. Even the “research” from naughty websites had not hinted at whatever he had planned for me.
“Don’t panic, Earthling,” he said.
“Rianne. My name is Rianne!” I shouted through the glass.
“Fine, Rianne. This will be a pleasurable experience for you. Just relax,” Xavir said.
I couldn’t deny that the raging fire inside me was taking over. I wanted something, anything to stop how I was feeling. The thought of being taken by this Zexian had almost consumed me. What was he going to do to me? Was it really going to be good, or was this some sort of torture device.
Suddenly, something started whirring in my ear. It was a metallic sound, like tiny gears or knives. Then, the top of the cell opened, sending two restraints down. They clamped around my hands and brought them straight up until I could barely touch the floor. Then a small set of tools came in and cut away my dress and panties.
“What the fuck!” I screamed, pulling against the restraints.
“You scream, but you’re dripping,” Xavir said.
My face went hot. Was the alien going to stand there and watch me? Why was my body betraying me like this?
More metallic sounds rang out. A device came up from the floor, rising slowly before my eyes. There was no denying what it was – a vibrator. It was large with a nub to work the clit and a shaft to fill me. It looked like the rabbit I had at home, but infinitely more impressive.
I squirmed, unable to take my eyes off the toy. I’d never seen a sex toy so glorious in my entire life. The stainless steel toy inched towards me, and more restrains lashed out towards my ankles to hold me in place.
“Calm down, Rianne,” Xavir said. He was standing with his arms cross, watching me with cool indifference. “It will relieve the tension in you.”
My heart pounded in my chest. He was going to watch this toy relieve me? I fidgeted as the toy came closer. My eyes glanced down at the gleaming metallic vibrator and then back to my captor. The way he was standing with his arms crossed, his back straight and his eyes on my body made my womanhood throb. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
The toy paused at my pussy. There was a moment of silence, and then it revved up, turning the vibration on.
I bit down on my lip as the toy moved against my slit. With my legs open like this, I was totally exposed and helpless. I tried not to moan.
The tip of the toy nudged against my clit.
I bucked my hips and closed my eyes, unable to stop a gasp from escaping me as the vibrator eased itself inside of me.
It was big and thick, but I was so wet that it slid in easily. A moan rocked my body. The vibrations started off gentle, but as the toy pushed in deeper, they became more intense. The toy pushed in until it hit its limit, and the nub pulsed against my clit.
“Fuck! Fuck!” I screamed. The vibrations ripped through my body, sending wetness dripping down my legs.
“There you go,” Xavir said in a strangely soothing tone. “Let the machine sedate your heat. It’ll be over soon.”
I didn’t want it to be over soon. I’d never felt pleasure like this before. It was building inside of me, making me beg for more. I opened my eyes, finding the alien still staring at me. I couldn’t escape his gaze, nor did I want to. I didn’t miss the bulge straining against his perfectly-tailored pants.
The intensity continued to build until I was a dripping, whimpering mess. Good thing that the restraints were holding me, or I would have collapsed while ago. I could barely breathe. The vibrations were intense, but not quite enough to tip me over the edge.
“Please, please make it stop,” I begged.
“As soon as you finish. It is an intelligent machine, it will read your reaction and act appropriately,” Xavir explained.
I gulped down air, trying to stop my head from spinning.
Suddenly, the vibrations kicked up a notch, and the machine adjusted its angle, pushing gently into my g-spot.
I nearly blacked out from the pleasure. I moaned, rocking against the steel toy and cumming. I squirted all over it, making a puddle at my feet.
The toy withdrew itself and disappeared. The restraints released me and set me down on the floor.
I gasped, a quivering mess from my own juices. “Oh my God,” I sighed, still trying to catch my breath. I looked up, unable to look away from Xavir.
“Feel better?” Xavir asked. “Zexian technology is the finest there is. Not a single female can resist this sort of treatment.” His member strained against his black pants, and there was a slight tinge to his cheeks. He seemed to have lost his breath while watching me.
I nodded. “Yes,” I whispered. For now, that was. I had a feeling I would need more of where that came from if I continued to be locked up with this irresistible alien warrior.
Chapter 5
I didn’t remember when I fell asleep, but it must not have been long after the biggest cum of my life. When I woke up, I wasn’t on the floor of the cell. Someone had moved me to the white sofa beside the holographic television. I was wrapped in a soft white robe, and a metallic blanket was thrown over my body. It was warm and cozy.
I sat up, rubbing my eyes.
The office was dark, but Xavir was still there, working at his computer. The blue light from the screen enhanced the violet in his skin. He looked up from his work. “You’re awake,” he said.
I nodded. “How long have I been asleep?”
“About three earth hours,” Xavir r
eplied.
I clutched the blanket around myself. My stomach gurgled, and I looked down with embarrassment.
“You’re hungry.” It wasn't a question.
“A little,” I lied. I was starving. I had no idea how long it had been since I ate last.
“Hm,” Xavir said. “I’ll call for some rations.”
“You don’t have to!” I protested.
The Zexian rolled his eyes. “Don’t bother being polite.” He jabbed a button on his desk and barked something in the Zexian language. The person on the other end of the line replied in a disgruntled manner and hung up with a beep.
“Thanks,” I said softly.
“Your stomach was growling in your sleep. I’m not sure what was more annoying, the snoring or the growling,” Xavir said.
I was taken aback. There was no need for him to be rude. Sure, I’d probably ruined whatever plans he had, but he didn’t have to be a dick about it. Especially seeing how he’s watched me cum all over a toy and got turned on by it. He at least owed me some decent conversation.
“Hey,” I said after a moment. “I’m sorry I ruined your night, but you don’t have to be so rude.”
Xavir sighed and stopped what he was doing. “I wasn’t rude, I was telling the truth. Why do Earthling always confuse truthfulness with rudeness?”
I didn’t speak, glancing down at my hands.
“The shuttle will reach the mothership in a few hours,” Xavir changed the subject. “Then you can go home.”
Home. After such a whirlwind, it would be nice to just relax and go back to normal. Could I ever be normal again, though? Especially after the vibrator probing I had been subjected to? Maybe I could make a living writing Zexian smut or something.
“Yeah,” I said with a shrug.
Someone rang the doorbell, and the sliding door opened. It was another Zexian, not a warrior, based on his appearance, holding a tray of food. “Here you are,” he said. He bowed with a flourish and left as quickly as he came.
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