by Meg Ripley
Once in the room, Rogue laid her down gently on the same odd table Rachel had awoken upon months before. Ny-len stood at the entrance, perusing the naked woman and observing the restraint that Rogue was using to avoid delving in right then and there. He succeeded, and withdrew from the room, obviously forcing himself to be patient in the same way Ny-len had been patient with her.
Rachel stopped him at the door. “A blanket, Rogue. Trust me. You'll have to use a whole lot less of that calming thing you guys have if you let the poor woman wake up with a little modesty.”
It didn't look like Rogue relished the thought of covering her up, but he conceded quickly, left and returned to the door a moment later. He entered the room and draped the thin, lightweight blanket over her body, starting at her toes and covering her body slowly.
And that was it; nothing more to do than wait or the woman to awake.
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Lindsay stretched, awaking slowly from the most restful night's sleep she'd had in years. She reached out to find her covers, remembering that she'd fallen asleep without them, but her hands came up empty. Her eyes fluttered open, confused when her fingers made contact with a smooth, hard surface instead. It certainly didn't feel anything like her mattress. Her blurry-eyed vision couldn't find anything familiar in her surroundings, so she rubbed her eyes vigorously, trying to clear away the vestiges of sleep.
Her confusion deepened and she began to panic as her unveiled eyes took in the stark décor of the walls and floor around her—so different from the warm colors and the myriad of paintings hanging on her walls. She sat up slowly, looking for some explanation. But her fear grew as she found her ascent hampered, unable to sit up more than half way. She struggled to sit up further, but there was no point.
She worried for a moment that something had happened to her, but her surroundings didn't resemble a hospital room, nor were there any signs of other patients or personnel anywhere. Wherever she was, it wasn't a hospital, and whatever invisible force held her there, she was helpless to free herself from at the moment.
The only thing she could do was plead for help, though she already worried that whoever might come in response to her call wouldn't be there to help. Why else would she have been taken from her bed and now held captive in some foreign place? But regardless, it seemed like an almost innate response; she couldn't help but try to seek out freedom in any way possible.
“Hello? Is anyone there? What's going on?” she called out, anxiety clear in her voice.
She happened to look down, and her fear grew exponentially. She was covered only by a thin blanket, and in her struggles she'd managed to jostle it down so it now only covered her from the waist down. Her upper body was fully exposed, her breasts just as bare as when she'd fallen asleep in her bed the night prior.
Her fear increased, but she forced herself to refrain from flying into a panic. Lindsay had always been the type of person to stay cool under pressure; or at least she'd been forced to learn to stay cool in tough times. She'd lost her parents the year she'd started college. On top of the emotional trauma, she'd become the sole full-time guardian to her fifteen-year-old brother and the benefactor to an immense amount of her parents' debt.
She'd taken on two part-time jobs, full-time college studies and still managed to make sure her brother, Adam, stayed on the straight and narrow, finished high school and enrolled in college. Every minute of free time she could muster was put toward spending quality time with Adam, trying to compensate for the loss of their parents in his life the best that she could.
So, while fear coursed through Lindsay's body, she forced her logical mind into action. Her eyes surveyed the room for any possible exit, should she have the opportunity to escape. Meanwhile, her hands traveled down to her hips where the invisible force seemed to be holding her in place, hoping to find some sort of restraint she could work to free herself from. But her eyes found no method of escape and her hands found no physical object holding her against the smooth, hard surface beneath her.
She leaned upward then as much as she could, surveying her body for injuries, but she found no bruises or cuts on her torso or her arms. She laid back and moved her hands to her head, searching for a bruise or contusion that might account for the odd scenario she found herself in; perhaps she had hit her head really hard and this was all just a dream. Maybe she was unconscious and imagining the whole thing.
But then again, if I'm unconscious and imagining all of this, it isn't likely I'll find a bump on my head, is it? Lindsay reasoned silently, ceasing her search for injuries.
Just then, a door opened and a man walked through; though he was unlike any man she'd ever seen before. Pale skin, intricate red tattoos covering his body and a strange luminescence radiating from him; he was both beautiful and terrifying. He looked at her and his orange eyes held her captive. He approached slowly, and Lindsay struggled against the invisible confines restricting her. But the closer he got, the more she felt a strange calmness shroud her fear.
“Don't be afraid. I understand this is a very unusual circumstance, but it will make much more sense soon. My name is Rogue,” he spoke.
His voice calmed her more, and within a moment, she couldn't help but lay back on the table, the languid feeling making it impossible to hold herself up. Her gaze remained his captive. She knew she should be terrified, struggling to get away, but even as the thought crossed her mind, something else caught her attention—the arousal coursing through her, heating her body and making her nether regions wet.
“What's going on?” she asked again. He stood right next to her then, and she was finding it difficult to concentrate at all as the arousal she felt started a throbbing need between her legs and she squeezed them shut tightly, not sure if she was trying to stave off the arousal or appease it with the rub of her thighs. Suddenly, she remembered that the blanket she wore covered only half her body and she moved quickly to cover her breasts with her arms.
“Don't do that, Lindsay. Those are far too beautiful to cover up,” he told her, and her heavy, languid arms fell to her sides, almost moaning aloud at the intensity of her arousal in response to his voice.
“The truth is, Lindsay, we need you,” Rogue told her as he reached out a hand to touch her skin. The look on his face made Lindsay wonder if he was testing something—her resistance or acquiescence, perhaps. His hand brushed away the blanket and rested against her thigh, and she could see that he was clenching his teeth, fighting back some urge within him.
“I don't understand,” she spoke, an utter look of confusion on her face.
“You wanted to be someone who made a difference, and you are going to make a difference in a way you could never have imagined. You are going to help save an entire species,” he told her.
But she had no idea what he was talking about. This didn't exactly look like the headquarters for the World Wildlife Fund.
A smile crossed the man's face and he spoke again, “Not an animal species as you may be thinking. But one that is so much like yours. It is my species that needs you. And don't worry; you are not alone. A select few of you will be the ones responsible for saving the entire species, and even making it better.”
The door that the strange humanoid man had entered through opened behind him, but this time a woman walked in, carrying a sleeping infant in her arms. She was the most beautiful woman Lindsay had ever seen. She moved across the room gracefully and came to stand on the other side of Lindsay, a sympathetic look on her face. She looked up at the humanoid man.
“Ny-len thought it might make it easier for her if I explained a little while you do...what you do,” the beautiful woman told him. The man nodded as his fingers started to draw tiny circles along her thigh, driving her arousal to heights she didn't know existed.
She couldn't muster up the will to resist, but instead, turned her head toward the woman as she began to speak.
“My name is Rachel. I know this is a little frightening, but you have nothing to worry about. In fact, I
was in your exact place just a few months ago. And I can assure you it is an incredible experience,” Rachel told her emphatically.
The man's hand began to slide along her thigh to her naked pussy, making contact with her clit. His fingers stopped there, not moving, just pressing firmly against her. And her body betrayed her further, trying to force her hips off the table to press harder against the man's fingers, and then she began to writhe against him, rubbing against his fingers.
Rachel smiled and then continued speaking. “And I know how it feels to want to make a difference in the world. I wanted it so much, too. I think it might be a feature you and I both have that stands out and draws attention. You are going to make a difference, Lindsay. You'll understand later, but all I can do for now is encourage you to enjoy this time. You won't regret it,” she finished, a sensual grin flitting across her lips.
All of a sudden, Lindsay's hips bucked wildly off the table as the man's fingers began to vibrate, faster and faster against the sensitive bundle of nerves between her thighs. She moaned and sank back down onto the table, her legs spreading open of their own volition.
And then Rachel turned away and retreated from the room, leaving Lindsay alone with the man who was driving her body wild.
Though his eyes wandered everywhere, taking in every inch of her exposed body, he didn't touch her anywhere else, only his fingers against her clit. But she was grateful for that at the moment because she didn't think her body could take much more right now.
As the vibrations increased, her body continued to writhe and she moaned. The man leaned forward slowly until he was hovering over her mouth; his strange and beautiful orange eyes gazing into hers. And then he crossed the meager distance between them and his lips were against hers.
He moved gently at first, almost teasing her lips instead of kissing her, still looking directly into her eyes. And then his mouth pressed firmly against hers as his tongue came out to run back and forth along her lips. Lindsay knew what he wanted, and her body gave into to him without a second's hesitation. Her mouth opened, and his tongue delved inside, thrusting slowly at first. Her own tongue came out to meet his, and somehow, it seemed to stir him to new heights.
The vibrations against her clit increased and his tongue moved vigorously against hers. She moaned against his mouth as her body moved beneath his strange, vibrating fingers. Her orgasm began to build and she fought against it, knowing what she was allowing to happen here was so wrong. But, she wasn't strong enough to fight the vibrations stimulating her body and she started to cum, her back arching off the table at the intensity of her orgasm.
The man's fingers stopped vibrating then, and in the next moment, neither his fingers nor his mouth were on her. He stood, staring at her with a strange look; something akin to surprise if she had to guess. She couldn't imagine why he would be surprised, given that he was the one orchestrating whatever this was.
But, as the aftershocks of her orgasm began to fade, the stranger's perplexed look was no longer Lindsay's primary concern. Panic began to well within her anew, now not only at the strange situation she found herself, but also at the way she had responded. She must be crazy! She'd been kidnapped, laying nearly naked on a table with a strange, not quite human-looking man standing over her, and all her body could do was get horny? What the hell was wrong with her?
Before she could finish chastising herself for her ridiculous behavior, the man had turned and started toward the door. She contemplated calling out to him, seeking answers, but she was silent, not wanting to risk another encounter before she'd had time to sort out what was going on. The door opened and beyond the entrance she saw the woman again, this time she held no child in her arms. Instead she wore an unmistakable look of desire on her face, as did a new strange man, standing next to her.
Lindsay turned her head away and moved to cover herself. But as the door closed, blocking the strangers from her view, she realized that whatever invisible restraint that had held her there was gone.
“When did that happen?” she spoke aloud, and then wondered if she'd been free all the time the odd man had been stimulating her body. “Oh God! What's wrong with me?!?” she cried, standing and wrapping the blanket around her to cover her body.
She wandered around the room, feeling every crack and crevice on the floor and wall, looking for some loose board or secret exit that would allow her to escape. But as her search came up empty, the door opened once again, the woman walking casually into the room.
“Sit down, Lindsay,” the woman said kindly. “I know exactly what's going through your head, because it went through mine, too, when I was first brought here,” Rachel told her, an understanding look in her eyes.
Rachel continued walking over to the smooth, hard table in the middle of the room and sat down on the edge, waiting patiently for Lindsay to join her. At first, she didn't know what to do, but the woman's words were somehow comforting, and so she acquiesced, returning to sit next to her.
“The infant I was holding—that is my son. Just a few months ago, I had absolutely no intention of having children anytime soon; in fact, it was the furthest thing from my mind. I was desperately trying to break into the acting field…I wanted to be famous,” Rachel said with a shrug.
“Not for mere fame and fortune, but to be a powerful voice in this world. Unfortunately, I wasn't getting very far, and one night, staring at the oddly bright star in the sky, I made a wish...just as you did last night. And then I was here, with the same fear and panic as you're experiencing...and the intense arousal, too. You see, you are drawn to them in the same way that they are drawn to you. That draw tells them that you will be an ideal match. And this is the scary part, Lindsay: you're an ideal match to be a mother of a brand new, blended species,” Rachel told her gently and Lindsay's panic increased tenfold.
“Before you fly off your rocker, just listen,” Rachel smiled. “Their species, they are weak for so much of their lives, and they don't live nearly as long as we do. These two flaws combined has left a war waging on their planet for far too long. A strong, healthy species is the only possible way to bring peace to the planet. My son is the first of that blended species,” she beamed proudly.
“You don't have to be a part of this, Lindsay. They won't make you, but you will want to regardless, and you'll come to see it as a wonderful thing; a real way to make a difference, even if it isn't in the original way you had intended. You've already seen the way your body responds to them. It already knows what it wants. And I can tell you from experience that you'll have to put up one hell of a fight within yourself to refuse your body what it wants. Every time they're near, you'll lose that will, and you'll succumb. It's just the way it is. But, the sooner you look inside to see that this is really what your body wants, the sooner you can stop that fighting, and let your body lead. You have no idea what those men are capable of, I assure you,” Rachel finished with a wink, patting her back reassuringly.
Lindsay sighed, finding Rachel's comforting touch far more relaxing than she would have expected.
“It's odd, I know. Since having my son, some of whatever unique powers their species possesses appears to have rubbed off on me,” Rachel remarked, seemingly to herself as she stared at her hand on Lindsay's back.
“What do you mean?” Lindsay queried.
“The way my touch is relaxing you right now...seems like it shouldn't be so, given the circumstances, right? Well, they have this incredible ability to calm even the most panicked or angry person...and I guess I have a little bit of that now, too,” Rachel told her, and Lindsay knew without a doubt that she told the truth; the look of wonder on the woman's face was too raw to have been concocted, even if she had been an aspiring, young actress.
“So what happens now?” she asked, no longer afraid but curious instead.
“Damn, that woman's relaxing thing definitely isn't made up!” she thought incredulously, realizing the change in her own thinking in response.
“You're going to have the
time of your life now, an experience that will make you wonder why you ever wasted your time on human men,” Rachel explained with a naughty grin as her eyes went blank momentarily, obviously remembering back to her own experience.
With that, she rose from the table. And as if on cue, the door across the room opened and two men entered this time. Upon seeing them, Lindsay's arousal returned anew, and the closer they came, the more her body responded. However, it was somehow evident to her that while both men were causing her body to stir, it responded far more to the one who had been in the room before...Rogue.
They stood before her then, and she squeezed her thighs together as she sat on the edge of the table, knowing with certainty this time that it was in an attempt to appease the throbbing ache between her legs. Rachel whispered back and forth with the other stranger briefly and then left the room. Lindsay's eyes followed her until the door closed firmly behind her, and she turned her attention instead to the humanoid men in front of her.
“This is Ny-len, my brother,” Rogue introduced the man standing next to him. “You're far too covered up, Lindsay,” Rogue told her in a husky, sensual voice, driving her just as wild as it had before.
She had no idea why, but she stood then and unhooked the blanket from where it had been fastened between her breasts. The blanket fell to the floor and she stood there naked as the two men perused her body. It should have made her uncomfortable, but instead it turned her on, and in that moment, her arousal took full control of her body. Rachel had been right...she wouldn't have the strength to resist.
Her hands came up from her sides to cup her heavy breasts, enjoying the men's eyes on her body. Rogue groaned and his hands moved over hers, guiding her movements and forcing her to squeeze her tits harder. A moan escaped her lips unbidden in response to the increased pressure. The two of them working together on her breasts while the other man watched seemed so erotic.
