She was thinking of going back to school. Get a degree in something she could use to get a job. Or maybe find a husband, or both also could be nice. A husband and a better job. She wasn't sure yet exactly what she wanted to do, but if she had to be nice to one more depressed person on the phone she was going to snap. While she occasionally got someone who actually was serious and needed help, most of the people who called in just wanted attention. to have someone talk them down, and make them feel better about themselves. It just got old sometimes. She wasn't sure if she actually made a difference in anyone's life, and she often felt like she was wasting her time and energy on people who didn't even care.
She knew it was insensitive and her feelings were keeping her from doing the job as well as she could. It’s why she felt it was time to move on. Let someone else take her place who had the energy and positive emotions to counsel the people who needed it. She was jaded. She was tired.
Thinking that her day couldn't get any worse, her car broke down on the way home on an isolated street in the middle of nowhere. She lived out in farm country about thirty minutes from the city. It was cheaper out here, but it smelled like cow poop. Sighing, she got out of her car and walked to the front. Using her phone as a flash light, she lifted the hood of her car. It was hissing and steaming and had over heated. She wasn't sure exactly what to do. She had some bottled water in her car, and she went back to get it when a bright flashing light blinded her. Covering her eyes, she looked up thinking it was a helicopter.
The next thing she felt was a dart in her neck and seeing the ground coming towards her face as she fell forward into the mud and felt paralyzed. Her eyes shut, but she could hear men talking. If she could have moved or screamed, she would have been fighting back for her life and completely panicking.
"She's rather pretty isn't she?" A tall white man with blond hair leaned over her unconscious body and picked her up like she weighed nothing.
"Get her on the ship before she wakes up and can struggle. We need to get back to our home planet before they know we are missing. If we are going to prove we can find females and reproduce with them to save our species, we need to get moving." The black haired man said and gave the other man a shove towards the ship.
"You worry too much. It's all going to work out fine. What could go wrong?" The blond man grinned at him, but quickly walked aboard the ship.
Dawn could feel her body being carried like a rag doll, and in her mind she was thinking about all the ways things could go wrong. Like her cutting off their balls when she finally gained back her ability to control her limbs. She was not a brood mare, and this weird situation where it sounded like they were aliens talking about space ships had her completely freaked out.
She wished she could see them. What if they were complete monsters?
Chapter 2
Dawn woke up a few hours later. She was in a dimly lit room on a bed. There was a white table and two chairs in there, and nothing else. The bed had a blanket and pillow, but it reminded her of a prison room.
She could wiggle her toes and fingers and move her head, so she tried to sit up. She was dizzy for a moment, the drugs they'd given her finally wearing off. She walked over to the door and expected it to be locked. Instead, when she approached the door it slid open when she turned the knob letting her leave.
Okay, so not a total prisoner. They apparently were either very stupid or didn't see her as a threat. Walking down the long and twisted hallways, she finally ran into one of the men who'd taken her earlier.
He was almost seven feet tall and besides slightly pointy ears and purple eyes, he looked human. His blond hair was a golden honey color, and when he smiled at her he had regular human looking teeth.
"What are you?" She asked him, shocked.
"I am called Uth. My brother, who you will meet shortly is called Brog. We are Nalids. Shape shifters. Our other selves are demonesque in nature, red and black, with sharp teeth. Don't piss Brog off. He likes any excuse to shift and scare people." Uth told her, grinning at her and then reached out to touch her hair.
Dawn stepped back, confused. Shape shifters? Aliens? What is going on? She must be completely losing her mind.
"We mean you no threat. Come, let's walk and talk. I'll take you to the pilots’ room and we will try to explain everything to you." Uth told her and linked his arm through her own, not really giving her a choice.
Dawn reluctantly let him lead her to what she was sure was her own destruction and then stood in awe when she entered the room after he pressed a button. It looked like something right out of Star Trek, a big command room with a large window looking out into space. And it was very clearly the middle of space. There were no planets or the sun, just stars and endless blackness as far as the eye could see.
Feeling sick, she stumbled and tried to breathe, having a panic attack.
"It's okay. Shh. We don't plan on eating you or harming you if you cooperate." Uth told her, and rubbed her back gently his expression changing to one of mild concern.
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Brother. I like my sex rough," Brog joked and then stood up to stand in front of Dawn. He was as tall as his brother, but where Uth was fair, he had red eyes and black hair, though his skin was the same pale white. He also had pointy ears.
Besides their tall stature and slight differences, they could easily pass for humans. If they were at a comic con, they'd blend right in. Shaking her head, she almost started to laugh to herself. Realizing that she felt like this was some horrible weird dream, an expression of wanting change in her life, and her mind trying to tell her to get out while she could from her day job.
She pinched herself hard enough to make her say ow, and both brothers exchanged looks and then looked at her.
"Are you addled girl?" Uth asked her, walking over to her and looking at her arm.
"I'm fine. I was just making sure I wasn't dreaming. It's something we humans do, don't worry about it." She muttered to him, feeling silly suddenly. "So tell me more about why I'm here. You said you would."
Borg opened his mouth to talk, then snapped it shut and shrugged at Uth.
"We come from a planet where we have more males than females. We fight to the death often over females and it's causing our females to reject many of our males. They don't like being fought over. We figured if we could find more females and prove we could have children with them, we'd find a way to save our race. You're our test subject." Uth told her.
"Wait a minute. What if I don't want to be a test subject?" Dawn said, apprehension rolling up her spine.
Borg leered at her, giving her a look that had her recoiling back in fear.
"Well, while I'm not interested in forcing my females, Borg's not above doing whatever's needed to get the job done." Uth shrugged and gave her a look that said he wasn't joking. "If you get my drift."
"I get your drift, I just don't like it. Any chance of me going back home?" She asked quietly, wanting more than ever to just go home. "And what if we can't have a child together because our DNA isn't compatible or something?"
"No, you can't go back home. Your planet is primitive, and we can't have you sharing stories about us. You'd start a panic on your world. We'd end up selling you on the galaxy slave market. I'm sure we'd get a good price for you. You're young, healthy, and quite adorable for a human."
"Thanks, I think," Dawn realized she didn't know what would end up happening to her, but she felt safer with Uth than she did the unknown of a slavers market. "Why me?"
"I found you hot. We used a DNA scanner to find a woman of child bearing age, in a remote location, with specific genetic traits I feel would benefit my offspring. You fit the bill and where just in the right place at the right time. Lucky girl," Uth grinned at her and patted her arm.
"This is completely insane," Dawn said. "You don't even know my name!"
"Do you want us to call you by your Earth name?" Uth asked her, seeming like nothing offended him.
Dawn could feel th
e way Borg watched the interaction between the two of them, almost like he was a spectator waiting for his chance to join in and wreck havoc. It unnerved her. Uth was attractive in his own way, but Borg was the one she was worried about.
"Dawn, my name is Dawn." She told him and sighed, crossing her arms defensively. "Do you even have the means to feed me or water?"
"We have both, yes. Relax, Dawn. We are fully prepared to take care of you while you gestate our offspring." Uth told her and patted her arm before walking over to look at Borg pointing out something on the screen.
"This is ridiculous, do I not even get a say in this?" Dawn said, but the feeling of doing anything to survive kicked in. She knew if it was between sex and fighting for her life to survive, sex was the lesser of two evils.
"As I said before, I will give you a chance to adjust to me. Borg on the other hand is not as patient. So I suggest you bring yourself to terms with this, so you can mate with us both. We do not care whose offspring you are pregnant with, just that we can prove it's possible for a human to reproduce with our kind. We can then petition our leader to bring more females to our planet." Uth told her and then ignored her.
Dawn explored the room while the two men talked and plotted the course home. She could feel Borg's eyes on her, and it mildly creeped her out. She didn't know what she was going to do about this, but she felt like she was losing her mind.
They might not call her slave, but that's basically what she was. She was nothing to them but a cattle being lead to the slaughter, or in this case, a brood mare. Something to use, see if it works, and discard if their plan failed.
She had no way of getting back to Earth. So, she made the decision to deal with the hand that had been dealt, and move forward trying to make plans to just survive. She didn't want to die, or be harmed.
This situation sucked. It made her regret all the bad feelings she'd had about her job. If only her car hadn't overheated.
Chapter 3
"I want her first," Borg told Uth, and offered him his arm to wrestle for her.
"I don't care either way. If you really feel that strongly about her, but you're a savage beast when it comes to females. Not all females can handle your amorous attentions. She's human. She's not even as strong as our kind." Uth pointed out. "Maybe it would be better if we shared her the first time, and you controlled some of your passions to keep from breaking her. We just need to get her pregnant."
Borg pouted for a few minutes, but then shrugged. He was not understanding his desire to fight for the girl. She was human. She wasn't a fighter or a warrior. He didn't see her appeal, yet his demon side wanted him to fight for her. Something about her tickled his demon and he wanted her. He didn't want to admit the truth to Uth. His brother would give him crap about it being the mating bond, which was a myth in their culture. He'd never met anyone who'd actually been mate-bonded. As far as he knew, it was just a rumor to scare their males into avoiding intimacy and reproducing with as many females as they could instead of falling for just one. It also encouraged their females to mate as often as they could to find their mate-bonded male.
Their females were as savage and vicious as they were. Their demon sides were often larger than then the male counterparts, and often even nastier in nature. Borg was a beast. He knew it, but he liked being in control and didn't want to deal with a female of his own kind challenging him during a courtship all the time. That was the only reason he'd agreed to Uth's plan to see if human females were compatible.
His brother may have picked Dawn, but from the moment he saw her he knew she was trouble. He didn't know why yet, but whatever happened was going to blow up in their faces, even if Uth was oblivious to it.
"Shall we attend to her tonight?" Uth asked casually, not seeming nearly as interested in mating with her as he had originally. Now he sounded all business like, and it irritated Borg. It had been his idea. If they were going to do this, he needed to be all in.
"Let's give her one more day to settle in before we push her." Borg said. He was not sure why he even cared about her feelings, but he realized he wanted a chance to speak to her alone without Uth there. Before they dominated her body together, and took what they wanted from her. She deserved that much.
Tracking her down and leaving Uth in charge of the ship, he found Dawn in one of the bigger rooms with a larger bed. Uth had moved her so they could have more room when the time came. He walked in and stood near her. Looking down at her, his gaze was slightly menacing and he made her incredibly nervous. She jumped off the bed and fidgeted nervously as she looked at him.
"What do you want?" She asked him nervously. Uth didn't scare her. She didn't feel like he cared about her, but at least he didn't make her nervous or feel threatened anytime he was in the same room with her.
Borg hovered near her, not quite touching her, but she could feel his body heat. It had her feeling flushed and like the room was suddenly too small.
"I wanted to talk to you," He said gruffly, looking slightly uncomfortable and awkward himself.
"Well, I'm right here. Hi," She said, looking up at him. This time actually taking a good look at him and keeping her fear out of it. He was a good looking man. In some ways she found him more attractive than Uth, but he intimidated her. He made comments that made her feel threatened, and like she wasn't quite safe around him. He was the proverbial bad boy in an alien body who could shape shift into a demon apparently.
She wasn't sure she wanted to see them shift. Uth had talked to her a little more about the demon thing, the shifting thing, and their planet, but it didn't reassure her. She wasn't totally on board with the situation, but she was coming to terms with the idea of trying to make a baby to save their race. At the very least, she was doing a noble service to an entire species that could go extinct if they didn't find a way to produce more offspring.
"We are giving you a pass until tomorrow. After that, we will be coming into your chambers to start making offspring," Borg told her bluntly. He looked more than a little uncomfortable and Dawn wondered what he'd do if she touched him.
Before she could stop herself, she reached out and put her hand on his arm. His skin felt smooth and soft. Not much different than hers, although his hair was slightly more coarse than hers. He hissed in a breath and his eyes went from a calm red to a flashing eerie red that had her almost wishing to take a step back from him and realizing how stupid it was to play with fire. That was exactly what Borg was. Fire. She was like a moth attracted to a flame. Despite her fear of him, knowing Uth appeared to be the safer of the two, she had to dance with the devil.
"I promised Uth we'd take you together. I will honor my promise to my brother. You will not tempt me vixen," Borg told her, but she saw his fists clench before he grabbed her upper arms almost painfully. "You don't want to tease me girl. I'm not a nice man."
"You're not a man at all. You're a demon," Dawn whispered as he lowered his face to be even with hers. His lips were a hair from hers and she could feel his hot breath on her face.
"Do you want to play with demons girl? Or, are you stupid and don't realize what you are provoking?" Borg whispered to her, his fingers digging painfully into her upper arms. Yet Dawn could somehow tell he was showing restraint, which made her wonder how strong he really was.
Swallowing hard, she gave him an honest answer. "I won't lie. You scare the bejesus out of me, but something about you tempts me. It's like I need to poke you with a stick to see what happens."
Borg abruptly let go of her, and then laughed. "You aren't all that different from our females, are you? Only you can't fight us the way our women can. Verbal sparring I can handle. Physical fighting isn't something I want to do with my woman. I like that you are human. Odd."
Borg gave her a funny look, and took a step back putting space between them. "I won't lie to you Dawn. I may say things you don't want to hear and I may be a nasty grouch at times, but I'll be honest."
"I had a feeling," Dawn muttered, but she appreciated it. She
was still scared pant-less of the man, but at least he spoke his mind. "I think Uth has a silver tongue, and while hearing pretty words might be a distraction, the truth is always better in my opinion."
"You won't be complaining about Uth's tongue tomorrow night. I hear he's quite skilled with it," Borg told her and watched her gaze drop to the ground as she fanned her face slightly with her hands subconsciously as if she was overheated.
"This is a dumb question, but are you... anatomically similar to humans... down there?" She asked, scared of the answer, but needing to know for sure.
"We have a knot or barb on the end of our penis that allows for ribbed pleasure for our women. I believe we are shaped similarly to humans besides that protrusion meant for ensuring orgasm. Our females do not release an egg without orgasms, so we are designed to produce multiple orgasms." Borg spoke matter of factly, not seeming to take any pride in the fact that his species promised multiple orgasms during sexual encounters. His confidence in his ability had her wondering what it would be like, and she shuddered feeling her thighs grow damn slightly.
She turned away from him, not wanting him to know she was aroused by his presence and feeling torn. She understood their reasons for doing things, she'd agreed with Uth to take them both, but in reality she felt a pull to Borg that her wishing she could have chosen between the two.
The way he looked at her, it was a possessive, alpha male look. That look had her wanting to be at his feet and feel his protection, his dominance. It tore her apart inside. She always swore she'd never let a man make her feel weak, and yet he did. He made her want to feel weak in his arms, let him be strong, and protective. To prove he could control and dominate her sexually. It had her brain going in circles and she had no idea how she really felt, but she knew she was conflicted.
Borg walked over to her and grabbed her hard by the hair, eliciting a gasp from her as he kissed her ravaging her mouth with his tongue. His fingers were painful on her head, but he didn't harm her. It was intense, and it had her knees going week and she grabbed his arm to keep from falling to the ground in front of him. When he broke the kiss and looked at her, she saw a glimpse of satisfaction on his face before it became a blank mask again.
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