Alien Comfort Women: The Complete Bundle

by S. L. Hadley

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  Alien Comfort Women

  The Complete Bundle

  By S. L. Hadley

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  Contents:

  Volume One: Captured

  Volume Two: Disciplined

  Volume Three: Domesticated

  Extras

  Captured

  Alien Comfort Women

  Volume One

  By S. L. Hadley

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  Sergeant Nadia Martinez lay amid the rocks and thorny brush, peering down the scope of her rifle and struggling to ignore the dryness of her throat. It had been several hours since she’d last taken a drink and the effects of the desert heat were beginning to take their toll. To make matters worse, the full canteen in her kit lay inches away from her hip, tempting her more and more with each passing second. The only thing that kept her from giving in was discipline gained from years of training.

  That... and the scene visible through her rifle’s scope.

  Thousands of Coleos marched through the valley below, chitinous shells gleaming in the midday sun. Eerily, their passing made almost no sound, despite the apparent hurry their six-legged gait suggested. Instead, the air was filled with the rustling of winged exoskeletons and a faint, high-pitched whine like the maddening, ambient noise of an input-less antique television.

  There was no sign of a Hivelord, Nadia noted with displeasure. Biting back a growl, she glanced toward the neck of the valley. There was no sign of the end of the swarm. And, since the damned bugs were hyper-sensitive to any moisture in the air, that meant it would be another hour at least until she dared risk a sip from her canteen.

  Reluctantly, she tapped her helmet’s earpiece—once to wake it, then twice to patch in.

  “Martinez here,” she whispered the bandana covering her mouth. Her throat was raw. “Still just drones. Anybody got anything?”

  A few seconds of silence answered her, followed by several more. Frowning, she tapped her earpiece again.

  “Hardin, you copy?” she whispered again.

  Still, no reply came. What was that girl doing?

  Cautiously, Nadia rolled on her side to inspect the distant peak where the next scout should have been keeping watch. It was far, well over a mile, and even with her scope she was unable to make out any details. Still, she’d have heard the gunfire if something had come up. More likely, it was just her radio. Wouldn’t have been the first time.

  “Piece of shit,” she muttered, rolling back onto her stomach. The adjustment nudged her canteen and Nadia forced down another wave of temptation. Surely one sip couldn’t hurt, could it?”

  She never had the chance to decide.

  Without warning, a Coleos drone screeched and scrambled up the cliff toward her. Its sandy colored exoskeleton blended in almost perfectly with the terrain. With the distraction of her malfunctioning radio, she’d never even seen it approach.

  Letting out a startled shout, Nadia fumbled with her rifle. Training and instinct took over a split-second later, however, and she raised the rifle to her shoulder and fired. After two days of virtual silence, the roar of the rifle was deafening. It didn’t make the alien’s cry of pain any less satisfying, though. The Coleos stumbled and fell as the explosive rounds tore through its armor and severed multiple legs at the second joint.

  It was a short-lived victory, however. Nadia had barely even scrambled to her knees when another alien cry sounded behind her. She spun, already preparing to fire. The Coleos fired first, however.

  Nadia grunted, toppling over as a half-dozen slender spines peppered her chest. Her armor made a valiant attempt at stopping them, but she felt the poison spreading even before she saw the blood. Her chest went cold as ice, the blistering pain slowly giving way to a numb ache.

  Only fully conscious of what she was doing, Nadia reached for her canteen. She even managed to bring it half-way to her lips before the dizziness started. She closed her eyes, intending to wait for the sensation to pass. It didn’t though. But, fortunately, the last of her consciousness slipped away before she could realize her arm had gone limp and begun spilling the last of her precious water onto the rocks.

  ***

  When Nadia awoke, the first thing she noticed was the cold. It went far beyond just nocturnal chilliness. Her skin burned with it and her breath fogged the air above her as she trembled and worked to recover her senses.

  The next thing she noticed was the fact that she was not dead. Or, if she was, her current surroundings didn’t appear to be much of an afterlife.

  The room contained barely enough light to see, and what there was appeared to be coming from the walls themselves. They were made of an unfamiliar black stone that glowed a dim, bioluminescent blue. In fact, apart from the rusted frame of the makeshift bed beneath her, the entire room seemed to be constructed from the stuff.

  It was only after a few seconds of examining her surroundings that Nadia realized she was naked.

  Letting out an uncharacteristically girlish yelp, she scrambled up into a sitting position. Her vision swam for a moment and her chest ached where she’d been struck by the Coleos spines, but the sensation passed quickly. Struggling not to hyperventilate, Nadia drew her legs up against her chest and hugged them tightly. The thin blankets were cold against her backside, but slowly warmed from her body heat.

  “What the hell,” she whispered to herself. “What the hell, what the hell, what the hell…”

  With the sound of scraping metal, a large section of the wall in front of her suddenly swung inward. Light, blinding in the dim room, fell across her face and made her screw her eyes shut. Several seconds passed before she was even able to squint. That was when she saw him.

  A young man stepped into the room, precise features obscured by the light streaming past him. It took a few seconds for Nadia’s eyes to focus, but when they finally did she realized he was wearing a tattered but recognizable lab coat. He approached slowly, hands held out to his sides in an unthreatening manner.

  “You’re okay,” he said, gently. “My name’s Dr. Card. Do you remember your name?”

  Nadia swallowed hard and was relieved to discover her throat was no longer painfully dry.

  “Nadia,” she said before she could help herself. “Oh, sorry. Sergeant Nadia Martinez, Texas National Guard.”

  The doctor smiled, nodding.

  “I know,” he said. “It was on your uniform. I just wanted to make sure you remembered. Sometimes the Coleos toxins do funny things with memory.”

  Clearing her throat, Nadia self-consciously adjusted her legs to better shield herself from view. It wasn’t that she doctor struck her as untrustworthy, she just wasn’t used to being the only one naked.

  “Where are my clothes?” she asked. “And where the hell are we?”

  For a second, a pained expression flashed across Card’s face. Then his smile returned.

  “Your clothes are in the other room,” he explained, nodding the direction he’d come. “Still in rough shape, though. I’ll see if I can find something clean for you to wear. As for where we are… it’s better if you see for yourself.”

  Nadia waited until he’d turned around to slide off the edge of the bed. The first touch of
the icy floor against her toes made her gasp and she had to force herself not to hurry past him in her rush to get somewhere warmer. Gritting her teeth to keep them from chattering, she covered herself with her arms—not a terribly difficult feat—and tiptoed after him from the room.

  The next room, though marvelously warm by comparison, made her gasp for an entirely different reason. At least a dozen women sat, reclined, or slept throughout a large, circular room. Each was partially, or entirely, naked and most appeared at least six months pregnant. A few looked up as she entered, though no one greeted her and most did not even appear to register her presence.

  Adrenaline shot through her and Nadia lunged, seizing hold of Dr. Card and yanking him off balance in a headlock. A few more women looked over at the commotion.

  “What the hell is this place?” she snarled. “You bastard! What’s going on?”

  Card flailed a bit in her grasp but made no real effort to free himself.

  “You were captured!” he explained, choking slightly on the words. “I was, too. The Coleos brought us here.”

  Nadia’s chest tightened in panic and it took a bit for her to recover enough to loosen her grasp on Dr. Card’s neck. He coughed as she released him, massaging his throat as he straightened.

  “You’re lying,” she muttered. “It can’t be true. The Coleos don’t take prisoners.”

  Dr. Card shrugged.

  “And yet, here we are,” he said. “I don’t know how they choose their victims, but I’m sure there’s some sort of reasoning behind it. Psychological experimentation, perhaps? As far as I know, they only started taking prisoners a few weeks ago and every woman here was military, like you.”

  Nadia frowned in confusion.

  “But, why are they pregnant?” she asked, dreading the answer as soon as she’d spoken.

  Card looked at her, eyes full of pity. For a second, he appeared to be trying to choose the right words. Then, his shoulders slumped and he sighed.

  “The Coleos are capable of producing genetically hybridized offspring,” he said, sounding defeated. “And at an extremely fast rate. Their queens seem to produce mainly warrior drones. But a handful of variants seem to be able to breed with other species to produce Hivelords. I expect that’s why they brought you here.”

  Nadia’s arms fell to her sides as she stared around the room in growing horror. Suddenly, the prospect of being seen naked had become the least of her worries. The Coleos wanted to breed her—to use her like some kind of alien baby-factory?

  Not a fucking chance!

  “There has to be some way out of here!” she insisted, glancing around the room. It seemed to be made of the same impenetrable black stone as the bizarrely cold room where she’d woken up. The only difference seemed to be the pleasantly warm temperature and, perhaps relatedly, a manifold increase in the natural glow of the walls.

  Well, that and the dozen impregnated women lying about.

  “There’s no way out,” Card said, shaking his head. He leaned against the wall and studied his thoroughly scuffed shoes. “I’m sorry, Nadia. Believe me, I’ve looked.”

  “Well, they bring food right?” she pressed him. “What if we all rushed them at once?”

  A scoffing laugh from behind made Nadia turn.

  Hardin sat against the wall, naked and staring at the faint bulge of her stomach. Her face was dirty, except for a few trails where tears had washed away the grime.

  “Are you kidding me, Sarge?” Hardin muttered. “Twelve unarmed pregnant women and a pencil-pushing doctor against hundreds of Coleos? Face it, we’re fucked.”

  She began to laugh quietly at her own joke.

  Nadia swallowed hard and struggled not to hyperventilate. More than even hearing about what lay ahead, seeing her former squadmate in such a state drove home what a terrifying situation she was in. Hardin’s unshakable optimism had been an enormous part of what kept Fox Company together through defeat after defeat to the Coleos. If she had given up, what chance did Nadia have?

  Legs shaking, Nadia made her way to the soldier’s side.

  “What happened, Hardin?” Nadia asked. “I just saw you two days ago!”

  “Piss off, Nadia.”

  Recoiling in shock, Nadia nearly fell over. She straightened, anger flaring. She welcomed it, using it to drive the fear and anxiety from her mind.

  “What did you say to me, Private?”

  A hand caught Nadia’s wrist and tugged her quickly away. She whirled, livid at the interruption. The expression on the doctor’s face silenced her before she had a chance to speak, however.

  “It’s not her fault,” Card said in a hushed whisper. “The Coleos emit some sort of pheromone. It’s in the food, the water, even the air. It makes them more compliant to the Coleos and suppresses social instincts. That’s why nobody’s talking.”

  “Right.” Nadia scowled and folded her arms. “That sounds made-up.”

  Card sighed in exasperation and threw up his arms.

  “Of course it does! Every bit of this is uncharted territory! But it makes sense, especially when compared to native insects. Think about it. It explains how they coordinate without speaking. And it’s an ideal way to keep females compliant. Elegant and simple.”

  Nadia’s scowl deepened and Card made an apologetic gesture.

  “I’m sorry. Just the scientist in me. But it really does make sense. We never knew about Coleos pheromones before because nobody was ever exposed to them for this long. Even the researchers who examined the captured Hivelord near Seattle simply chalked it up to stress. And, what’s more—”

  Nadia interrupted him with a growl.

  “I don’t care, doctor!” she snapped. “Just tell me how to counter it. I’m not going to wind up like—”

  This time, Nadia was the one interrupted. Behind her, the same grinding sound as before filled the air as a ten-foot section of the wall swung open. She spun, chest tightening in fear.

  “I’m sorry,” Card said, backing away from her. “I really am.”

  Nadia had fought Coleos before, several times. But encountering one in an enclosed space, while unarmed and naked, was an entirely different experience. Without a rifle, her fear had no outlet. So she stood there, petrified with fear, trying to keep her trembling under control.

  The Coleos that entered looked remarkably similar to the other drones she’d seen, with two important differences. The first was the large, silver trough it carried in its atrophied front limbs. The alien deposited it on the floor near the entrance, spilling some of the watery gruel it contained. At once, every woman in the room rushed forward, forcing the creature to nimbly sidestep on its spindly, spiderlike claws.

  For the briefest instant, Nadia’s heart leapt. At least, until she realized the women were not charging their captor. They knelt around the trough, jostling one another for access and shoveling the liquid slop into their mouths. Even Hardin was there, though she maintained some semblance of decency as she stood to the side and occasionally scooped up small handfuls of it to be sipped.

  Slowly, the Coleos’ insectoid face turned to regard Nadia. It cocked its head, studying her with all six of its bulbous, black eyes. Nadia stared back, torn between whether to try and appear threatening or insignificant.

  That was when she noticed the second peculiarity about this particular drone. A long, ribbed tentacle dangled beneath its chitinous abdomen, twisting about like a prehensile tail. Slowly, the oddity’s movement stilled.

  Nadia felt like crying as the alien took a cautious step toward her. Her pride wouldn’t allow it, however. Instead, she backed away, glancing over her shoulder in search of the refrigerated side-room. The stony door was closed and she could see no indication of a latch or knob.

  “Dr. Card!” she yelped. “The door!”

  She spotted him in the corner, sitting alone. His eyes were closed, hands folded and pressed against his lips as if praying.

  The drone continued to advance.

  “Dr. Card!”


  “We can’t open it,” he said, softly. “The Coleos control it remotely.”

  Nadia’s backed against the door. She fumbled blindly for a latch, unable to tear her eyes off the approaching alien. It walked slowly, silent as always, like a stalking predator. Beneath it, the tentacle stretched and strained in her direction, nearly flat against the creature’s stomach. The tip was oddly triangular and, paired with the seemingly autonomous movement, resembled an eyeless pit viper.

  “No,” Nadia whispered as her trembling continued to worsen. “Please, no.”

  The Coleos paused. It loomed over her, a good two feet taller, and regarded her in silence. From the corner of her eye, Nadia could see Dr. Card look up.

  Seconds passed and the alien made no further moves. The tentacle, which could be nothing other than the creature’s cock, continued to reach and writhe in her direction. But apart from that, the drone gave no sign that it saw her at all.

  Slowly, as time dragged on, Nadia’s frantic heartbeat began to slow. The change was almost imperceptible at first but soon grew more pronounced. Her trembling lessened, and then disappeared altogether. Finally, her breathing began to steady.

  As her fear and adrenaline subsided, Nadia’s thoughts began to reassert themselves. The door to the circular room was still open. She could make a break for it. But there was no guarantee there weren’t a dozen more Coleos waiting for her just outside. Besides, the one before her could have killed her effortlessly—but hadn’t. She was safe for the moment.

  The pheromones, Nadia realized with a start. That was why the alien was waiting. Her sudden lack of fear wasn’t real. It was all a trick.

  But trying to convince herself of that fact was proving harder by the second. Nobody rationalized their emotions, they simply were. And Nadia quickly discovered that she could no more scare herself by wishing it than she could walk through walls. Or hold her breath indefinitely.