“They’re getting very aggressive, aren’t they, Sir?” Jonah asked.
“Damn right. We’re getting reports every day. Abductions. Probes. Returns. We’ll have all four of you checked for repressed memories. See if we can figure out what they’re after.” Hastings sighed. “Sorry to say, but you’re stuck here for now. I’ll have you assigned to me until we can sort out the need-to-know information and what the Keelons liked or didn’t about those new aircrafts. Hopefully, they just liked the new technology.”
“I’m sorry, Sir, but aren’t you and the other bases coordinating?” Mason asked.
“Sure, most of the time. We’re so busy trying to contain the problem now that we’re not looking at every jet fighter design you boys might be testing. When it’s worth taking, we’ll use them. I’m not risking war of the worlds on a new jet that might not work.” Hastings leaned back. “You liked those planes?”
“They’re fast and precise. Not very well-armed.” Dorian nodded.
“No, barely armed at all. Tells me there’s room to add. They survived the Keelon tractor beams damn well enough. I’ll let the engineers go over it first. My guys here will get you some rooms, clothes and food. After you’re medically cleared, of course. We’ve got a few docs who specialize in your kind.”
Dorian realized the Commander knew exactly what they were. “You don’t think we’re traitors, Sir?”
“Hell, no. I’ve got plenty of you boys working for me here. We’ll check out your memories and see. To be sure the Keelons didn’t plant anything. I hate the idea of a sleeper agent. Normally, they’ve been snatching up humans—women who’ve had a lot of contact with aliens on earth. So maybe you guys got snagged in the net this time.” Hastings drummed his fingers on the desk.
Dorian thought the lack of urgency was odd. “I don’t remember anything unusual. The beam held up for a few minutes then your fighters attacked. We were freed and brought here.”
“It was almost half an hour by the time we got to your location. You lost some time there, Captain. Don’t worry. Alien crap is like that. You three crashed as kids, but chose the regular Air Force so you’re not really up on everything. We’ll get to the bottom of it. Until we do, you’re relieved of duty pending medical and psych evals. ” Hastings pointed. “Don’t push it. I’ll let your commander know what happened. No black marks on your records.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Mason nodded. “About Samantha…”
“She’s in the same boat. We’re just isolating her from you right now. Obviously, she needs more alien education. Unless you boys have illegally informed her of your non-human status?” Hastings’ voice grew louder and harsh.
“No, Sir. We simply want to see her. Make sure she’s fine.” Dorian tried to keep his feelings under wraps.
“Because our docs are all morons? Relax; you boys get your checkup. She’ll get hers. Then we’ll let you four rest and chat. You can break the news to her about the aliens, but don’t try to mess with her memory too deeply. We’ll have the expert in tomorrow. Memories are really tricky so don’t expect much.” He nodded to the underlings.
“We’d like to request joint accommodations,” Jonah said.
“With each other or adding in her?” Hastings asked. “You want me to break the rules?”
“She’ll be scared. She’s an amazing soldier, but anyone would be shocked to deal with this. Assign her separate quarters, but if she stays with us at times, for sanity or safety, I’m sure you’ll understand. Given the unusual circumstances.”
“Especially, if you have many groups of Keelons working for you here. We’re ready to help defeat the enemy and fight for earth,” Dorian said.
“Fine. If you try to go back into the regular Air Force, don’t blame me for what they’ll do to you. Special projects get special rules. That includes civilian clothes until you’re approved for duty again. No arguments.” Hastings left.
* * * *
Sammie sat on the medical table, wearing a paper gown. They’d tested and swabbed every bit of her, and she really wanted her uniform back. The doctors were nice, but there was nothing wrong with her.
“You remember having sex with them?” Meg asked. The woman was very comfortable talking about alien issues. She wasn’t a doctor but a scientist who appeared to be on the UFO project somehow, Meg made notes and had a staff who hurried around the lab area.
“I do. Vividly. There’s a haze around the entire event, but it felt real.” Sammie knew Meg was somehow intimately involved in the alien research.
“It might be a false memory. They’re good at that. They use something you want, something that keeps your mind and body busy so they can scan whatever they’re after. We’re not sure why the abductions are up. In this case, the big brass thinks they’re after your ships.” Meg shrugged.
“They grabbed me first.” Sammie rubbed her head as they waited for the results.
Liz, the doctor, walked up, clearly showing her pregnancy. She’d assured Sammie she had plenty of experience with post-abductees’ treatment. Sammie liked the feel here. It was a little less intense military and more focused on the bigger goals. She loved the order and discipline the military gave her, but now she longed for more real world input.
“Well, the good news is there’s no evidence of sperm present. There’s no sign of actual sexual interaction. Odds are, it was a planted memory,” Liz said.
“So if they were after the ships, they just got to you first. Looking at one person is easier than grabbing all four.” Meg smiled.
“Then the guys came to my defense, and the aliens snatched all of us up.” Sammie still had trouble saying it so casually. “I always thought there had to be alien life out there, but to see it, to know it, to talk about it like it’s nothing…”
“You’ll get used to it.” Liz nodded. “Odds are the big boss has already called in the memory expert. He’ll try to push beyond the fake memories and access the authentic ones. There’s not a lot of success. The Keelons are good at their memory games. But if any of you have a blip of reality come through, it could help.”
“If they’re just scanning the new technology, we’ll probably get zip. Maybe the new designs will be good for fighting the Keelons, though?” Meg debated aloud.
“I remember they talked about breeding,” Sammie said. “My guys, my team, said that’s what they wanted us to do. They used no protection. It was hot but very odd.”
“Have you had any sexual contact with any members of your group before?” Liz asked.
“No. Of course not. That’d be against every regulation.” Sammie would swear on a stack of bibles and take ten polygraph tests to prove it. Whether or not she wanted to have sexual contact with them was an entirely different question.
“Okay, well don’t let the false ideas get to you. You did nothing to be ashamed of. A lot of abduction victims have sexual memories.” Meg patted Sammie’s arm.
“Can I get some birth control and protection? Just in case I do find myself in any sexual situation. Even if it’s not real, it felt like it could so easily happen. I’ll feel a lot better.” Sammie couldn’t shake the lingering sensations.
Liz smiled. “Sure, I’ll get you a packet of necessities, too.”
“Thanks. Now what?” Sammie asked.
“Well, you’ve been assigned quarters as have the rest of your squadron. You’re relieved from duty until you’re medically and psychologically cleared. That might take a day or two. We’ll get you some clothes to wear and your phone.” Liz nodded to an aide.
“Phone?” Sammie asked.
“It’s our form of identification. You can buy what you need from any store. The phone will let you access rooms you’re authorized to enter and keep you from restricted sections. It also has a map of Dreamland and a list of what’s available as far as food and distractions. Plus all the standard communication stuff.” Liz handed it over.
“Dreamland. Area 51. My dad always said it was a bunch of crap, just people making up stori
es to get attention. I mean, I knew there was a base of some sort here. Everyone did. But I never believed the alien research and contact stuff happened here.”
“Believe it. They’re real.” Meg smiled.
“And evil apparently. We’re going to be at war, and this isn’t anything I’ve been trained for.”
“Not all aliens are bad. The Keelons, the ones you had the close encounter with, they are the worst. But even then, they aren’t all bad,” Liz said.
“We’re getting help from a resistance?” Sammie asked.
“Sorry, we can’t really say anymore on the matter. Right now, you need food and rest. Your phone will show you the locations of your other squadron members as well. I’d recommend meeting up with them and getting dinner.” Meg showed her how use the phone.
Half an hour later, Sammie left the medical lab wearing civilian clothes. The jeans and a T-shirt with gym shoes and boring white underwear that a grandmother would approve of felt wrong. Being on a military base dressed like that was just weird.
Heading toward the men, she tucked her blonde hair behind her ears. The bobbed style was easier to handle, but without being pinned back, it kept flying in her face and bugging her. She knew that was an excuse. Her frustrations were sexual. She’d been so certain about what happened while she was taken that her pussy still throbbed.
However, she could now tell the difference. Clear-headed, Sammie knew she’d wanted things to happen but nothing actually had. The onboard computer in her aircraft had recorded her weight in the seat the entire time. The aliens had never taken her out of her craft. Whatever they’d done, they’d done it with that beam of light.
The men spotted her. She was immediately surrounded and hugged. Technically, she should salute Mason, but they’d been relieved of duty for now. She hugged them all tight.
“You’re okay?” Jonah held her longer than necessary.
“Fine. You guys look good, too.” She loved the feel of their hard bodies. Seeing them in civilian clothes made her pussy moist. There were no rules, no restrictions for now. No doubt the aliens had given her a memory she’d wanted in order to distract her. Had they done the same to the men?
“Let’s get some food, and we can talk in private later,” Mason suggested.
* * * *
After chow, they went to the men’s quarters, and Sammie sat between Dorian and Jonah. The attraction made her crazy, but the men hadn’t done anything to hint it was returned. Friends and soldiers, that’s all it ever could be, and now, it hurt a little. Was it all in her head?
“So do you remember anything?” Mason asked.
She shook her head. “I had a false memory.”
“False? How do you know?” Jonah put an arm around her shoulders.
“It was sexual. The doctors did tests, and I had no sex. Plus the ship records indicate I was in the aircraft the entire time and never taken on the alien vessel. What about you guys? Any weird memories?”
“We’re just a blank.” Dorian put a hand on her knee.
“Great. Nothing. So we wait and have our memories checked or scrubbed or whatever they’re going to do to us.” Sammie buried her face in her hands. She wanted to explore things with the men, and they had no clue, no idea what she’s dreamt or imagined while under alien influence.
“Don’t worry. If it helps fight the aliens, we’re in. We’ve all sacrificed parts of our lives for the greater good. That’s part of the deal.” Mason knelt before her.
Her mind went to filthy places, like pulling his face between her legs and living out her fantasy. Now that she’d explored it, willingly or not, consciously or not, she wanted it!
“What’s wrong? You’re all flushed.” Jonah touched her cheek.
She jumped up and moved away from the group. Flopping into an armchair, she studied the trio. So sexy and powerful. Yet most of the time, they treated her just like one of the guys. That was how she wanted to be treated as a soldier. No special treatment because she’s a female.
Now, it was different, and she couldn’t explain how or why.
“I’m fine. Just embarrassed.” Sammie had her own private quarters, but being alone would only make her relive the fantasy and she’d be masturbating all night. She’d much rather be with the men and see them, even if she couldn’t really have them.
Mason walked over and leaned down. He looked her square in the eyes. “Who did you have sex with in that false memory?”
She squirmed in the seat. Lying to each other was something they never did. She’d always been honest with her guys and trusted them. “It doesn’t matter. It wasn’t real.”
The other men came close. She was surrounded, and it felt just like her otherworldly encounter. Real or not, she wanted it now. They didn’t intimidate her. It was safe and oddly intimate.
“It may not have been real, but I’m sure it felt very real. It’s okay; you can tell us. We’re not going to judge you.” Jonah held her hand.
“Damn it, I’m a pilot not a child. This whole situation is insane. Whatever happened it was temporary.” She tried to escape, but the men held her.
“This isn’t normal. Not for any of us. You’re acting odd, Sammie. Tell us about it so we can help.” Dorian held her tight.
“You’re that interested in who I had false-memory sex with? Fine. You, okay? All three of you. It was some alien breeding thing. Makes no sense. I know nothing about the aliens—still don’t. I have no idea why it’s what I remember, but that’s it. Sex, unprotected and intense. I should’ve known it was a dream. You’d never break the rules.” She fell back in the chair and sighed.
“We’d never do it without protection,” Mason said.
“Did you enjoy it?” Dorian asked.
“Oh God, we are not having this conversation.” Sammie closed her eyes.
“We were only with you or did we screw each other, too?” Jonah asked.
Her mouth fell open. “What?”
“We have a confession to make. We break some of the rules a lot.” Mason nodded.
“I’d remember if we had sex.” Sammie chuckled. If they were trying to take her mind off the situation, they’d have to work a little harder.
“No, the three of us use each other to work off the sexual needs.” Dorian smiled. “We know what a rule follower you are.”
Frowning, she tried to picture it, and her cunt tightened. Of course, her brain saw the flaw in her arousal immediately. “All three of you screw each other? You left me out because you’re gay, obviously. I understand. My mixed up memory means nothing.”
“No, we’re not strictly into men. We’re bisexual. In the military, you take what you can get,” Mason said.
“Flattering to the guys. Sort of an insult to me.” Sammie closed her eyes. “This has to be a dream.”
“No, being with you is our dream. Mason said it all wrong, but it’s true. We’ve wanted you forever. It’s only the rules that kept us from bringing you into the group.” Dorian leaned in and kissed her.
She pulled him in and returned the kiss until it consumed her. “Why don’t the regular rules apply to you guys?”
“They do. We’ve been very careful. We couldn’t be that way with you. You’re quartered away from us. It’s not as easy.” Jonah took a turn kissing her, and Sammie felt dizzy.
“And three men pursuing you. It’d intimidate anyone. We’d have to be a group. Sharing is the only way it’d work. No matter how good of friends we are, it’s not normal.” Mason kissed her gently.
The passion was real. Their hands carefully touched her, and she moaned. That false memory might have been a dream, but it gave her the confidence to try something she probably never would’ve before.
“It feels normal now. We will need protection though. I’m not playing that game.” She tugged her shirt off.
The men went into action. Her bra was gone in seconds as were her gym shoes. Condoms appeared in her lap as the men slid off her jeans and boring old panties. Fingers tested her pussy, and she
moaned approvingly. When she reached out, she found Dorian naked and watched Mason stripping Jonah.
She’d seen them in nothing more than boxers plenty of times so her false memory had been extremely accurate there. Dorian’s cock did have a curve, and his bulge had always been impressive. Sammie stroked him as she watched Jonah and Mason get naked. When the men kissed each other, her clit throbbed. Reality was even hotter than her fantasy.
Once all three men were naked, she leaned forward and did what her fantasy had never really let her do. She sucked each one down as far as she could. Learning their feel, tasting their pre-cum and even teasing their balls. Dorian kissed Mason, and her pussy clenched for relief. This was about pleasure, not some breeding effort. She loved them, and knowing it was real made it a million times better.
“It’s okay; you can fuck each other, too. I’d like to see that.” She slid a condom onto Dorian’s cock.
“We’ve had plenty of that. Right now, it’s about you.” Mason put on protection and grabbed a packet of lube.
Her eyes grew round. This was pure fun fucking, and she wanted them everywhere. Clearly, Mason knew where he wanted to go. The men lifted her from the chair, and Mason sat there. She settled atop him, and his fingers worked the lube into her asshole. Tensing, she paused to take a deep breath then tried to relax. It was far from her first time. At twenty-seven, she’d had plenty of fun!
“Don’t tell me you’ve never had anything here.” Mason pushed gently for entrance.
She nodded. “I like it. I don’t normally have three men though.”
“We’d be shocked if you did.” Jonah leaned over and sucked her breasts.
“Not anymore.” She lowered herself slowly onto Mason’s cock.
Dorian tongued her pussy, and Sammie gasped as she took a little more cock than she’d planned. Getting control, she watched Dorian’s smiling mouth as he sucked and lapped. He avoided her clit, and it only throbbed for more attention.
When she couldn’t go any lower, she squeezed Mason’s member inside of her and he thrust up. Arching back in triumph, she knew she had every bit. She gripped Dorian’s hair and pulled him up her body. One wasn’t enough.
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