Two Worlds Collide (An Erotic Spanking Book)

by Burns, Rachel

  “Every morning when he goes to work. I go with him. He is the pilot. I thought he was the captain but they opened the windows and looked out today. They were interested in something out there. We are in space and this is a spaceship. I saw it myself. It wasn't a movie or anything it was real. We are never going to go home. They're all aliens. We haven't been kidnapped. We were abducted.” I couldn't see who was talking but I guessed it was Jenny. The women were all quiet after she spoke.

  I had guessed at the truth in the beginning. I didn't care. I knew I couldn't be apart from Aide so it didn't matter. He took care of me. I loved him.

  The other women all started talking at once. They did care. I just wanted to go to bed.

  Aide gently kissed me on my forehead. “Melsa,” he whispered.

  I opened my eyes and looked around. He smiled at me with so much love.

  I smiled back and looked at the goblet I still held in my hand. I shrugged and took a sip.

  He watched me pleased that I was at least drinking something.

  When I had finished he took my goblet and set it down. He set me on my feet and walked me out of the room. We went back to the fateful room from yesterday where everything had started. Aide brought me over to the wall and repeat his sign language from yesterday except that his eyes looked madder than yesterday.

  The other men were doing the same. Kate's man gave her several warning swats that had her in tears before he even left. Once all the men were gone. A guard came in with one of those whip things that we had all become acquainted with. The others all back away from him. I was already against the wall so I stayed put.

  We waited for something to happen.

  Nothing did so the women sat on the floor and talked with each other. The ones without clothes wanted some badly in the meantime. They asked what we had done to deserve them. I thought about it too. My only guess was that I got them because I stopped fighting him and started loving him. I guessed that that was the difference but I didn't dare talk to them.

  The doors opened and two women came in, one dressed, one naked.

  The dressed woman walked to us and looked us over. I still felt so sick. She looked at me the longest. It was clear to me that she didn't like what she saw. She said something to me that I didn't understand.

  “She wants you to join the others.” The naked one said.

  “She can't. He will beat her if she does and she is already sick.”

  I smiled my thanks to Francesca.

  “Who is her man?”

  “The leader is. We all have to bow to them.” Becky added.

  The woman bowed to me and then the dressed woman did too. She waved the other women over and made a circle motion with her hand. She sat down on the floor. The naked woman remained standing. The dressed woman pulled out a basket it was filled if different things.

  She picked up a bowl and made hand motions like she was eating. She said something, wanting us to repeat it. I wondered if that counted as talking to someone?

  I repeated what she had said and everyone looked at me surprised. She nodded, pleased with me. It went on that way for a couple of hours. I was feeling a little better and I was actually having fun. This was my thing. I got smiles from the teacher.

  The doors opened and our men were picking us up. Like a mother would pick up her child up from preschool.

  I pounced on Aide when he entered the room. I gave him a big smile and told him all the words I had learned today. The things had been laid out in a straight line. I walked down the line and pointed at the things and said what they were. He looked pleased and proud of me. My pronunciation wasn't that great but he would get the idea. We were learning the basic words we needed in our new everyday life.

  He brought me to our room. Did he want to make love or was he going to force me to sit on the toilet until I preform my poop? He was looking at the bed. I went to him and took him by his hand. He smiled at me mischievously.

  He laid me down on the bed and started undoing my laces. He spoke to me while he did that. Unfortunately he didn't use words like bowl or goblet. I didn't understand a thing. I hoped that he was saying nice things, like I love you. I had put all my faith in this man. He had complete control over me. He had the power to break my heart. If he decided he didn't want me anymore than I would be devastated.

  We made love for a couple of hours. He was so very gentle. I felt adored. I realized that there were so many ways to love each other. He had taken me without love the first time. Love had come later. He had taken me with great need and in anger, he had loved me in a way that had been more giving than anything else and now he was gentle.

  I felt that our love was true on so many levels. He couldn't help that he saw the world so differently than we did. I just wanted to be with him. I had known that he was an alien for some time already, but he was my alien. It would hurt me for him to be unfaithful to me. That would break my heart. He bathed me and grinned at me the whole time. He washed me so carefully and with, what I believed was, so much love.

  I washed him back too. He kissed me again and again while I did. I longed to talk to him. I wanted to be sure he loved me but what if he didn't and he told me that? I would be devastated. I was sobbing again.

  He wrapped his arms around me. He was making shh noises again.

  “Do you love me?” I looked into his eyes. His odd purple black eyes looked worried because I was crying again. He didn't answer me. He couldn't, I would never be sure of his love. I hung my head.

  “Melsa shh, shh Melsa.” He was still holding me close. I laid my head on his chest and gave up. I was feeling depressed. He let go of me and jumped out of the tub. I held my arms out for him to lift me up like one would a small child. He did. He held me close again and looked into my eyes while we waited to be dry. He pulled me over to the mirror and brushed my hair. I tried to smile at him but it just looked so fake.

  He was so disappointed. I could tell. I was being a killjoy. “I'm sorry.” He had been watching my eyes. I felt ashamed of myself.

  He laid my brush down and took me by my hand again. He picked up my clothes and dressed me. He had gotten the hang of it in the meantime. This was the first time that I was dressed and he wasn't. I smiled as I thought about that.

  He laid his hands on my face and said something that seemed important but I couldn't understand it.

  He let go and got dressed before he led me out of the door. It was time for supper. I had a feeling that we were late.

  Yep, they were all standing there as bored as could be. They couldn't even sit down until we showed up. They all bowed at us. Aide didn't seem to be bothered that everyone had had to wait for us but I felt bad about it. It had been my fault too. I was the one who had been bawling in the bathtub.

  He sat and I sat on his lap. I was eager to eat something. I guessed I had worked up an appetite. I was eating as fast as he could feed me. I wanted water and our servant woman brought even more food. Aide looked pleased that I was eating. He was probably worried to pieces about me. I was acting so strangely.

  He didn't talk to anyone but concentrated on feeding me. That must be love, right?

  After we ate he grabbed me and took me back to our room. We had probably only been in the dining room for about fifteen minutes. I had to wonder if he ate anything. I couldn't remember it if he did.

  Aide had me undressed and in bed in minutes. He got undressed and laid down next to me in bed. He opened my laptop and held it out to me. He wanted to hear music. I started something soft and smooth. I cuddled up close to him. I was kind of surprised that he didn't want to . . . But he seemed content listening to music. I laid my head on his chest and fell asleep.

  Day 4

  I felt so terrible. I darted for the bathroom with my hand over my mouth. He woke and yelled something and the bathroom down opened up. I just made it to the toilet. I threw up again and again. He sat behind me rubbing my back. He was being so nice even though I had stuffed myself like a pig last night. When I was finall
y finished I was too embarrassed to look at him but he wasn't having any of that. He watched me closely as I washed my mouth out. He led me back to the bedroom and sat down on the bed.

  He was right too. I went to him and laid myself over his knees. That reeked havoc with my tummy but I deserved it. He turned me over and looked at me again. He held me on his lap. I was crying again. I didn't understand anything that was going on here and I wanted him to explain to me but he couldn't. Aide was just staring in my eyes again.

  He hugged me close to him again. He said my name a lot. This was all so confusing. I think I would have felt better is he would have just spanked me.

  I put me back in bed and covered me up. He pet my cheek until I fell asleep.

  I woke up alone. I felt the bed next to me and he wasn't there. I slowly sat up and looked around. He really wasn't here. I was completely alone. My heart clenched up as I sadly stumbled to the bathroom.

  I was finally able to go to the bathroom in every way possible but I didn't feel better. I was even more dizzy than ever before. After I finished I asked the toilet to flush for me. I carefully got up. I wasn't strong enough to stand and fell on the bathroom floor. I called for Aide as I wept on the floor.

  He came running in. He picked me up and laid me in bed. I had the funny feeling that I was dying. Either someone was going to the trouble to poison me or I just couldn't eat their food. Or maybe the it was the water. It was clear that when I ate I got sick.

  Even Aide thought that I was sick. He gave me my laptop again. He got my brush and went to work on my hair as best as he could while I laid in bed. I tried to stay awake. I had to warn him or at least explain but I couldn't. I fell asleep again.

  Again I was alone. I sat up slowly. I was feeling a lot better but of course my body had gotten rid of the poison in its own way. As soon as ate something the problems would start in again. How long could I go without food. I felt like I was starving already. I had to laugh as I thought about the burnt rock hard piece of gum had had in my backpack.

  Aide came in the door. I had a feeling like he had run in here. I held my arms out to him and smiled at him. He looked so happy so see me. I was positive that he wasn't the one who was trying to kill me. I knew he loved me. He picked me and twirled me around. “Melsa,” he said and then a bunch of stuff I didn't understand.

  He was dressing me, that meant he probably wanted to feed me again. How could I get out of that? Maybe it wasn't a bad thing. Maybe the others would be there too. If no one else was sick, I would know that the water was the problem. The process of elimination would show me what the problem was.

  Aide walked slowly and carefully down the hall with me. He had his eye on me the whole time. He thought I was going to fall again. I could see that in his eyes. We were the first ones in the dining room. Great the one time that I wanted to see if the others were healthy and eating. He sat down at his spot I went to his lap as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

  I was amazed at how quickly I had gotten used to him. He lifted a bowl of my favorite . . . Well, I don't know what it was, but I liked it best. It was a pink like pudding. The dark green pudding was also good. Oh, was I hungry.

  I shook my head and waited for my scolding or spanking. He only pulled me closer to him. He ate slowly as we waited for everyone to come in. I looked around at the others, who all looked very healthy. It was my beloved water. Either it was different on this planet or someone was putting something into it. I tapped his arm to get his attention. I was too hungry to ignore the food right in front of me.

  He looked at me immediately. I pointed to the food and he quickly grabbed a bowl and started right in feeding me. I ate very slowly, not wanting a repeat of yesterday. He offered me my goblet again and again but I refused with a sad head shake, saying 'no' every time. He looked worried again. I smiled at him and he seemed satisfied.

  After the meal I was still feeling pretty good. He brought us back to our room, or would they be called cabins on a spaceship too? Once we were there I turned on him. I started undoing the laces on my bodice. I removed it and laid it down on the sofa. I opened my skirt and stepped out of it.

  Once I was naked I went to work on his laces. He was grinning from ear to ear. I needed his help to get it off of him. His size was the problem. He was too tall and thick all around. He removed his leather shirt by himself as I opened his pants and worked them down over his thighs and down to the floor. His clothes were so skintight that it was difficult for me to remove them. I was a little tuckered out by the time I had him naked.

  I pushed him down to the sofa. In truth, I pushed and he willingly sat. I pushed his shoulders down too. He was still smiling as he laid down completely for me. I straddled him as I climbed on top of him. This was just like the first time I had taken him in the bathtub.

  His hand moved to the appendix between my legs. He rubbed me to readiness. He had been ready since I removed his pants. I lowered myself onto him and cried at the beauty of our joining. I lovingly rubbed his face until I couldn't stand it anymore and I had to concentrate on achieving an orgasm for both of us. I raised myself up high and lowered myself again. I was gaining speed as my need grew.

  He supported me by holding my hips. I had my hands behind me on his thighs as I breathed deeply intensifying the feeling. My eyes were closed but I peeked now and then to see if he was also enjoying himself. I think he was.

  I came, screaming his name. My heart was pounding so loudly, that I was afraid it would pound out of my chest. I laid down on him unable to hold myself upright anymore.

  He wrapped his arms around me as I slowly settled down. Then he flipped me over and he was on top thrusting into me. I smiled at him, loving his strength. He was so good at everything he did, especially this. I loved being loved by him. I came again and then again as he filled me.

  He picked me up and carried me into the bathroom. I was in the tub enjoying the water in seconds. This was a kind of life that a person easily got used to. I told him I loved him many times.

  Day 5

  Not again. Why couldn't we just leave the bathroom door open? My throat burnt and I felt so disgusting. He came in with me again and rubbed my back again. His murmuring didn't help. My fears of being poisoned were just too strong. I sobbed and sobbed and every time he had me back in our nice warm bed I had to throw up again. It was worse than yesterday.

  I could see that my tears were killing him but I was just so sad to be dying now that I found him. I was finally happy. I didn't want to give him up.

  Aide made me stay in bed all day. He brought me food but I refused to even look at it. He was very patient but I just couldn't be good for him. That made me sad too.

  That evening I didn't feel good either. The poison was just to strong. It had taken a strong hold on me, even when it wasn't in my system anymore. I guess permanent damage was being done to my stomach and my kidneys and everything else.

  That night he laid down next to with an arm around me and his hand resting on my upset tummy.

  Day 6

  See day 5. I was in bed, or the bathroom, sick all day.

  Day 7

  The morning started out the same as the last few had but with the exception that he carried me to the doctors. I had so hoped that the red beam would help me but it didn't I was just as sick as before. I sobbed a lot. I wanted to be better and be able to make love with Aide again. I probably had to just face it, I was probably dying.

  I stayed in bed all day again. I listened to music and wrote a little in my diary but nothing interesting was happening to me.

  Aide slept next to me. He would probably get bored with me soon. I was too sick to be of any fun to him.

  Day 8

  I felt fine this morning. He kept an eye on me like he expected something soon. I smiled at him a lot, trying to reassure him. He was caring for me like was a little child. His favorite chore was still brushing my hair. He smiled as he did that. He dressed me after that.

  I watched him as he
got dressed too. He sure was beautiful. Aide held his hand out for me to take. He wasn't pulling me around behind him anymore. This was more like he was asking me to dance. I laid my hand in his and we went off to breakfast.

  Should I eat? Was I finally feeling better because I hadn't eaten. Would this cause a fight? I was so hungry. I was even willing to once again have fruit pudding. I worried about the nutritional pyramid as we walked to the dining room.

  The others, who were already there, bowed as we walked in. A few of the women looked surprised to see me. I could only guess what had gone through their heads. They would have assumed the worst. The truth, that he was caring for me, would be too hard for them to believe.

  He sat down and pulled me onto his lap. He grabbed my water and held it up to me. I had been drinking water out of the sink faucet. I shook my head. Aide didn't make a big deal out of it. He set down my goblet and pick up a bowl. He scooped some pink pudding up with his finger and held it out to me.

  Again I shook my head. Again he didn't flip out. I had been pretty sure that I was about to get another spanking. He turned to Francesca's man and started talking to him as if nothing had happened. He even seemed to be very happy as he talked.

  The women were all staring at me. I had just gotten away with something that usually brought punishment with it. They were all curious. The truth was, so was I.

  I leaned into his chest and his arm moved protectively around me. His hand rested on my knee. There was nothing sexual about us anymore. We were like an old couple. I missed our passion but I guessed it was good that he still wanted me to be with him when I was sick. He had proved that.