First Contact Captives

by Enid Titan

  Her hair fell from its ponytail, draping majestically down her shoulders. The black tresses, her soft pink flesh, and her eager legs tightening around my torso aroused me further and I brought another tentacle to her entrance, readying myself to push my way into her tight, hot, pink sleeve.

  She moaned as the tip began to stretch past her entrance. That was the part I enjoyed the most, teasing that tight elastic entrance open and watching Minerva’s mouth twist in pleasure as I thrust inside her one sordid inch at a time. With one tentacle pressed between her lips and vibrating in slow pulses, I thrust two inches inside her, focusing my attention on her fleshy g-spot and titillating her until she gasped for breath and dug her nails into my muscular shoulder.

  As she moaned, I bent my head to her neck and sucked on her flesh as I pushed another inch or two inside her, stretching her out and getting her nice and wet for my final tentacle. As her juices and mine oozed out of her tight, swollen holes, I thrust between her legs, plunging deeper and deeper.

  As I moved deeper into the tight pink hole presented to me, Minerva cried out louder, and louder. She bounced up and down on my hard indigo tentacle and as the suction cups kissed and licked at the inner walls of her tight earthling pussy, she rode me to the edge of another intense climax and her tight human pussy clamped hard around my tentacles as she reached her release.

  I grunted and thrust into her again, my third tentacle tickling her backdoor in preparation for thrusting deep into her tight little asshole as I stimulated her clit and pounded her tight pussy. As she bounced up and down, I teased some of the lubrication from her wetness on her ass and started to open it up.

  “Please,” she whimpered, “Give it to me harder… harder…”

  I could do that. While I feared destroying her tiny human body with my seven foot wall of muscle, I had to have her and experience every inch of my new human lover. Perhaps this isn’t what the consul had in mind, but what better way to learn about human interactions than wrapped up in sordid bliss.

  I pulled her hair slightly so her neck tilted towards me and she went wild, bucking her hips against my cock and practically begging for my third tentacle to fill her asshole. She came over and over again and in the throes of her climax I picked just the right time to fill her tight earthling bottom with my long, hard tentacle cock. She cried out loud as I filled her pussy and ass with my cocks and I sped up the vibrations on her swollen clit as I plunged in and out of her tight little pussy.

  “OHHH, yes, Vidar…” she whimpered.

  As her high-pitched human voice cried out in a mixture of desire and arousal, she pushed me close to the edge. Taking my large purple hands, I massaged her breasts as I plunged into her tight holes and pleasured her clit. I stared directly into her eyes as I made her cum all over my tentacles.

  As I probed her tight puckered asshole and drove my tentacle into her pussy, she moaned and grabbed hard onto my shoulders. I vibrated more between her clit and she exploded again. These non-stop explosions and her pussy wrapping tightly around my aroused cocks only made it harder for me to stay sane and strong. I pressed her hands up against the wall again and thrust my hips between her legs and as she climaxed one more time, I couldn’t hold myself back.

  I grunted and filled her again with my seed. She wrapped her ankles around me, pressing into the base of my tail which whipped back and forth with excitement as she wrapped her legs around me tightly, pulling my tentacles deeper inside her.

  When I pulled out of her and set her on the ground, my seed dripped all over her thighs. I leaned back and sat on the tiny, human sized bed John left us to sleep on. It was small, but my metabolism had already slowed and sleep would overcome me soon. Minerva dressed and urged me to sleep.

  “I’ll handle John,” she assured me, “You get some rest.”

  My heavy lids drew closed.

  Seven

  The Rest

  Minnie Hsu

  I knew what to expect with Vidar this time, but when he slipped into his sleep, a pang of terror came over me. We’d have at least two days before he woke up again and anything could happen then. We’d fallen into our instinctive lust again and this was the result of it — unconsciousness, and then leaving me to sort the rest of it out. I slept on Vidar’s chest, listening to his hearts and the rest of his organs captured inside that large heaving chest of his.

  I shouldn’t have felt at such peace with an alien. I should have resisted the allure of his purple flesh and rock hard sculpted muscle with all my might. I stroked his hair, parting the strands between my fingers and whispering, “Vidar, if you can hear me, I want you to know that everything will be okay.”

  He didn’t say anything in response, and I didn’t expect him to. John didn’t trouble us throughout the night. I barely slept. There was a lot to consider the next day. I’d have to explain to John more about the alien. I’d have to come up with some plan to get us to Vermont. Perhaps I could borrow John’s car and put Vidar in the back and drive up there. But then John would have no car and the government would be watching all the scientists.

  I wished Vidar could tell me what he thought of my plan. In the morning, I scrambled out of bed, awakened by the scent of John brewing coffee downstairs. Judging from the bags under his eyes, he’d been up all night. I probably wouldn’t have been able to sleep that well with an alien in my house either, especially not one as large and terrifying as Vidar.

  “Sleep well?” I asked him.

  “Not a wink.”

  “Mind if I have a cup of Joe?”

  “Sure. Where’s the purple guy?”

  “Sleeping.”

  “How asleep is he?” John asked with a raised eyebrow.

  “He’s passed out like the last time.”

  “For days then?”

  “Yes. Will that be a problem?”

  “Minerva, you know how I care about you.”

  “Yes. I do. I’m sorry for putting you in this position, John…”

  “You were always too nice to be working in the lab. I understand why you wanted to help him. I wish I could be more like you Minerva, more understanding.”

  I scoffed, sitting across from John and crossing my legs, holding my warm coffee cup in my lap. A pang of sadness came over me. I missed Vidar. I wanted him awake. I wanted John to get to know that he wasn’t just a purple giant.

  “It’s not just that. He spoke to me, John. He’s not just an animal.”

  “He’s damned terrifying.”

  “Not once you get to know him.”

  “Is that what you’ve done, gotten to know him?”

  Heat rushed to my cheeks. There’s no way John could have heard what happened the night before, right? We’d been quite enough.

  “I don’t know what you mean,” I mumbled awkwardly.

  “I just want to make sure he hasn’t used any alien mind control techniques on you.”

  “No. He hasn’t. He’s a good person.”

  “He killed Dr. Trout.”

  “He didn’t. John, there’s something I didn’t tell you yesterday.”

  “What?”

  “Dr. Trout was trying to hurt me when Vidar attacked him. He was… trying to attack me.”

  “Dr. Trout?”

  “I know how it sounds, but I was scared for my life.”

  “That bastard…”

  John never doubted my story for a second. His hands clenched into fists and he pushed his glasses up further on his aquiline nose.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

  “You didn’t have to.”

  “What am I going to do, John?”

  “I’ll help you, Minerva. You tell me what you need.”

  “If we leave your house, they’ll be on us.”

  “It’s the US government. Nowhere we go in this country is safe.”

  “We have to wait two days for Vidar. He’ll be able to help us and we can teleport out of the city.”

  “Teleport?”

  John’s eyes widened.
For a moment, the excitement of the young science fiction nerd that had turned into a well-paid government scientist flashed across his face. I could see him turning the equations over in his mind, trying to work out how such a thing could be possible on this planet, or another.

  “Yes. I’ve been through it.”

  John scowled.

  “I’m. So. Jealous.”

  “Don’t be jealous. Maybe we’ll get a chance.”

  “Fuck, Minnie. How did we end up here? All my life I dreamed of making a discovery like this. We do, finally, we have proof of life in the great beyond and it’s turned to total shit.”

  “I know. I’m sorry.”

  “It’s not your fault,” John assured me.

  “What time do you have work today?”

  “My shift starts in the afternoon.”

  “Well I’m stuck here all day.”

  “I’ll stay with you,” John offered, flashing me a smile.

  “Thanks.”

  Usually, if I spent any time with John, we’d watch Doctor Who or maybe some Star Trek, but today we weren’t quite in the mood for science fiction. He brewed another pot of coffee and we turned the news on, muting the television once he did.

  “Did Vidar tell you why his people sent him here?” He asked me.

  John couldn’t hide his curiosity about Vidar. Every moment the conversation lulled and diverted from the purple alien upstairs, he couldn’t help but draw me back.

  I answered all his questions and by noon, John at least seemed more comfortable and less afraid. John wasn’t much of a cook, but I managed to find some broccoli and chicken breast in his sparsely ornamented fridge in order to make us some lunch. John picked at his food, but I wolfed every bit of mine down. By the time I finished eating, I longed for some rest and to talk to Vidar.

  John had to get ready for work anyway so I hugged him and thanked him for help. He came to the guest room with me, checking in over my shoulder on Vidar.

  “The big guy’s a heavy sleeper, huh?”

  “Yeah. I guess he is.”

  “I never would have thought a girl like you could be so much trouble,” John replied, giving me another hug that was a bit tighter than I expected before he left.

  I shut the door to the guest room behind me with a sigh. I hated the position that I’d put him in. After how I’d rejected him, John would have had every right to toss me out. I could hear him turn on the shower to get ready for work and I approached Vidar who slept with his legs dangling over the edge of John’s guest bed. I pushed his hair out of his face and kissed his forehead.

  “I missed you this morning. Don’t worry, Vidar. John’s going to help us.”

  I climbed into bed with Vidar, practically lying on top of him as I stroked his bare chest. I wondered briefly if John had noticed Vidar’s disrobed state and put two and two together. I could never admit to him what happened between me and the alien. I mean he was… alien.

  I’d already asked enough of John. I couldn’t ask him to accept the fact that the alien that had broken out of a top secret maximum security government facility was also my lover.

  Once I woke up from my short nap, Vidar still slept. I wandered downstairs to find John making his final preparations to head to work.

  “You stay safe,” he said, “Don’t leave the house, no matter what.”

  “If they haven’t found me yet, it’s a good sign, isn’t it?”

  “Yes. Now stay safe.”

  “Good luck at work.”

  “It’s going to be a nightmare.”

  John left me alone and for the first time since we’d escaped, fear gripped me again. I sat on John’s couch, watching television and checking the windows too often.

  There’s no need to be so paranoid, Minerva. I thought to myself.

  When I couldn’t stand to watch television anymore, I went back up to the guest room where I observed Vidar’s deep sleep. I hadn’t asked him yet if he was conscious during this comatose state. It would probably have made sense to do so.

  I climbed into bed with Vidar again and closed my eyes, awakening in the pitch black night to a deafening knock at the front door and John’s voice screaming, “MINERVA! MINNIE YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE! RUN! MINERVA, YOU NEED TO RUN!”

  Following John’s screams, I heard two gunshots and I sprung out of bed, into action.

  Eight

  The Recapture

  Vidar

  I heard John’s screams downstairs, my limbs still paralyzed. Minnie squealed as she jumped out of bed and I longed to help her. She could survive on her own, I know, but perhaps I shouldn’t have been so trusting of that other earthling. He wanted to help her, and with that intention he was genuine, but my protective male nature hated the way he looked at her with his lustful eyes and hidden desires.

  Minnie shook me, pounding her fists against her shoulders and chest begging me to wake up. I heard footsteps on the stairs and the door flung open. Minnie screamed.

  “It’s me,” John assured her, “Hurry. We need to get him out of here.”

  “What’s going on, John. I heard gunshots.”

  “I stopped the Fed who was following me.”

  “You killed him?”

  “No. Not quite. I bought us some time. You need to get out of here and get Vidar out of here.”

  “What happened?”

  “They swabbed me when I got into work today. I didn’t know what they were testing for and I didn’t figure it out until I saw the black plates following me. Our cover’s blown.”

  “How are we going to move this seven foot alien?”

  “I don’t know, but I know you need to get out of here, Minerva. You’re not safe.”

  “I can’t leave him!” She wailed.

  I wanted to call out to her then, to urge her to protect John, to promise her that everything would be alright and she should run and save herself. All I could do was lie and listen to her panicked responses and John’s ineffective attempts to convince her.

  “Damn it, Minnie. I don’t have time to argue with you.”

  “Fine. I’ll leave.”

  Minnie opened the door and screamed. I heard the boots and then the guns.

  “Quick, get her!”

  “Leave her alone!” John yelled.

  I heard a gun make contact with flesh. Minerva. I couldn’t have helped her even if I wanted to. I was too deeply comatose and not close enough to waking up that I could do anything differently. John must have swung at the intruder because the man hit him again.

  Minnie screamed and then I heard a thud. She was quiet. My implant could sense that she was unconscious. Adrenaline rushed through John’s veins. He was amped up on rage, anger, and a desire to protect her. And then it happened. A sharp needle entered my arm and the blood in my veins slowed even further.

  They weren’t taking any chances and their drug slowed me down so much that even my implant went dark as my metabolic activity slowed to nearly nothing.

  When my awareness returned, I was still comatose, but definitely no longer in John’s home. Minerva was gone. John was gone. I was alone in the dark. I remained that way for a long time. All I had to do was wait until I awakened.

  The next 24 hours were immensely painful. I was tranquilized regularly and the new scientists injected chemicals into my veins. I couldn’t get a clear read on their biometric data from my implant. They were drugged, possibly, given relaxants so that despite their lack of training, they wouldn’t lose control while handling a big, terrifying alien giant. Good. If they were calm, it would be easier for me to handle once I woke up.

  As each chemical they injected me with burned through my veins, I drew closer to my awakening and prepared for my escape. My first step would be to find out where I was. The next step would be to figure out where they’d taken Minerva. She couldn’t have gotten far.

  Unlike the last time, my awakening began slowly. I could wriggle my toes. I was careful not to wriggle them around the young, male scientist who ha
d just injected pure hydro sulfuric acid into my veins. They marveled that their attempts to poison me had no effect. (Another trait of Polluxians, too uninteresting to anyone other than an exobiologist to really explain.)

  When I awakened completely, I was ready. I closed my eyes and flexed my muscles, bursting out of my binds instantly. I sat up as I heard the alarms going off. I closed my eyes and teleported out of the room. I landed on my bottom in the middle of thick pine forests. This landscape was utterly different to the ones surrounding Minerva’s last location. Cloaked only in a hospital gown, I was equally vulnerable to the first time I’d teleported from one of earth’s best government facilities. Again, I wasn’t more than five miles away.

  The air was pungent with herbivore manure and as I stumbled toward the sound of their primitive metal boxes hurtling down asphalt, I recognized that I was quite some distance away from my first holding cell. And I still had no clue where Minerva might be. Or that friend of hers. He’d tried to protect both of us and in the end, he may very well have been punished for it. I resented the thought of being responsible for the loss of another life. That wasn’t who I was.

  I had never been a killer until I’d set foot on this planet, far too beautiful for it to be the site of so much terror. I slipped out of the shadow of the trees to catch a glimpse of a green sign at the edge of the asphalt.

  “KEENE, NH. U.S. GOVERNMENT TAX OFFICE →”

  I gleaned that this “tax office” was likely the holding cell where I’d been held. When we’d done our research, I’d learned the secret facilities in the country were often disguised with benign titles, the kind that could slip past conscious awareness.

  I was in another part of the country entirely from before. I tried to recollect the map I’d memorized as I continued my awakening. New Hampshire. How close was that to Minerva, I wondered? I was still foggy as I awakened, and still needed to get my bearings, not to mention some clothing and sustenance.