Captured by her Alien Guard (2 page)

So, being clean and somewhere in a Neliousian’s rooms wasn’t
something I’d ever thought could happen.

The door opened and my muscles tried to tense but the
laxness in my body weighed me down. Still, the people who stepped through
weren’t who I expected. Three males, tall, purple, and bald, came in with
serious expressions, lined up on one side of the bed and stared down with
slight frowns. They all wore thin white coats, open to show peeks of their
naked chests and soft, flowing white pants. At least I think they were male.

“Do not worry, female. All will be well,” the one closest to
my head spoke in a deep, reassuring voice. “A high ranking officer has
explained the situation. You were accidently exposed to an experimental serum
when he experienced a crash while transporting the trial units to a facility on
your planet. But you seem to have processed the serum. Better than we could
have hoped. A fortuitous accident.”

I tried to protest. To scream at them that it wasn’t an
accident. That someone had yanked me out of an alley and pricked me with a
needle. But I couldn’t do anything but feel my weighted limbs and breathe. And
listen.

Then I remembered. Maybe I knew my kidnapper. Blinking, I
tried to relax. I did know him, and even though he was a stranger, he hadn’t
turned me in for running my mouth off or making “rebellious, insurrection type
hand gestures.” AKA, the universal sign for fuck you. I’d wait and see.

“We need to perform some experiments,” the alien continued.
“Nothing we wouldn’t do during any Neliousian physical. Not to worry.”

As if I had a choice. They probably knew how my body was too
heavy and I couldn’t move. Another man brought in a cart full of all sorts of
things I didn’t recognize. Bottles, instruments, and some sort of tubing with
funnels on the ends. My fuzzy brain finally put it together. Those were the
same sorts of things in the exam tents. The Neliousians induced human women to
lactate. It had to do with breeding. I eyed the funnels and thought about my
breasts. I was about average in size and, I managed a glance down, still was.
That hadn’t been what they’d done. Was it?

Two of the Neliousians came near and stood to the side of
the bed. One actually went to the other side and climbed on top of it. The bed
was large enough for several adults to sleep in, and the doctor couldn’t reach
across it. He settled near my head and ran something cool over my temple.

“Her temperature is elevated.”

“To be expected.”

They peeled the covers back and I was exposed all the way to
my feet. Completely nude.

“Her lips have darkened. A good sign. Fingernails and
toenails, too.” Said the one who’d entered with the cart. He stared up my body
from the bottom of the bed. “Did she remove her pubic hair, or has that changed
as well?”

My body tried to lurch but I still couldn’t move. I blinked
and stared at the ceiling as they continued their appraisal. I hadn’t removed any
hair anywhere. Who had the ability to do that? I heard some might shave it off,
but if I had to choose between eating and doing something to my body to try to
please someone else? Bread. I’d want bread. I wanted bread now.

My stomach rumbled.

They poked me and drew blood. They spread my legs and
studied my genitalia. They palpated my breasts. They stared into my mouth and
eyes. Finally, they took more samples. They put a small coin looking object
into my mouth. Then another one into my vagina.

Finally, they all smiled and nodded, speaking excitedly
about the serum working, and the one who still stood at the foot of the bed,
staring at my snatch and licking his lips, commanded toward the door, “Send him
in.”

My guard walked in.

Unlike before, on Earth, he wore no uniform top. His chest
was bare. He wore the same thin, flowy pants the doctors wore, but his were
nearly sheer, clinging to his legs and his cock as he walked. As gorgeous as
that hard rod, barely covered, was, I sought his face.

It really was him.

My pussy swelled. I grew hot. My mouth watered and my
nipples tightened. My breathing went ragged and I struggled to lift my legs. I
was still spread but I wanted to bring my knees up, to open myself as wide as
possible.

The urge to fuck was so strong, it nearly scared me. But I
was too absorbed by the Neliousian to care. The high ridges along his cheeks
darkened to nearly black and his nose flared as if he drew in my scent
repeatedly. His gaze stayed on me, on my face, as it always had.

A doctor approached and lifted my Neliousian’s hand. He
unwrapped a bandage there and inspected his palm. “Looks as if you’ve healed
nicely. I’m not sure if it was a good coincidence or not for you, to spread
your DNA to the exposed woman, but it happened.”

“It happened,” he murmured and licked his lips. His black
tongue captured my attention and I remembered biting him. That’s how he’d
spread me his DNA. Not some cut. I hadn’t gotten the serum in an accident
either. This man had lied for some reason. I felt my bottom wriggle against the
bed. Some of my discomfort and ability to move was coming back.

The technician at the cart announced, “Her responses show
her excitement to mate. Looks like our soldier here, has done the impossible.
He has the opportunity to mate a singular.”

My Neliousian gave a tight lipped smile then spoke, “If you
would all leave my home, I’ll get on with that mating, as you’ve insisted that
I do.”

I frowned. He’d been the one to do this. Now he seemed
reluctant.

My frown prompted one of his own. “Now.”

“Seems prudent,” the one at his side answered. “We’ll run
more tests later.”

The technician came back to the foot of the bed and reached
toward the juncture of my legs.

A growl filled the room. The technician froze and glanced to
the side. “Easy Setterus.”

Setterus. That’s what my other kidnapper had called him,
too. I remembered that now. Setterus sat at the foot of my bed and with a
possessive grip on my ankle, reached forward with his free hand and gently ran
a finger along my slit. His finger delved gently inside my swollen cunt.

I drew in a sharp breath.

Then he sat back, the coin-shaped sensor in his hand and
gave another growl. “No more tests.”

“But…”

“No. More. Tests.” Setterus scowled at the group of doctors.

“We can discuss it later.”

“We will not.” Setterus rose in a fluid move, flicking the
sheet over me as he did, and stood, hands on hips and glared down at the
doctors. He was tall. Taller than the others. His shoulders flexed and muscles
rippled down his back.

“Listen to him. He is not of the higher classes,” came a
voice from near the door. He sounded familiar. “Setterus is a soldier. Always
taught that he’d never have a mating. He can’t help his possessive responses.”

“But she is an important development…” started the doctor
nearest the newcomer.

“We’ll find a way. Another time.” The Neliousian stood tall,
his chest bare, wearing similar pants, but unlike Setterus, his nipples were
pierced.

“Yes, Sir Vorreka.” The doctors piled out in seconds.

“What is her name, Setterus?” This Vorreka guy asked.

To my shock, Setterus sat next to me again, stroked my leg
from ankle to thigh, and actually answered correctly. “Her name is Veronica.”

“How,” I managed to croak. I swallowed and tried to speak,
but my mouth still felt weird. I licked my lips. Setterus tensed and stared at
my mouth.

Vorreka sighed. “I don’t think this is going quite as I’d
planned.”

“As you’d hoped.” Setterus glanced over his shoulder at
Vorreka.

Vorreka stared at me. His jaw worked back and forth and he
crossed his arms over his chest. When he turned his attention back to Setterus,
his expression softened and he pursed his lips before he gave a sultry smile.
“I must be away for the day, anyway. I’ll come back tonight, and you’ll finally
take me inside you.”

Setterus’s chest expanded and he took several short breaths.
When he replied, it rumbled out, thick with lust. “I will.”

“You will also bring her to the next Assembly.”

Setterus jolted and his shoulders tensed. I managed to move
onto my side and reach for him. My fingers brushed against his waist but he
didn’t do more than cover my hand with his own as he faced Vorreka. “I attended
the Assembly once, to observe as you asked. I will not take her there. Besides,
I do not have the rank for Assembly.”

“As a Neliousian with a concubine, you now have that rank,
as we both knew you would. It was what I needed, as well, to have you. Do not
forget it.” Vorreka glowered at Setterus.

“It is,” Setterus spoke slowly, as if he thought out each
word carefully. “But I understand better. After watching you at the last
Assembly. You want me like you wanted Getterus, but Nerrita doesn’t let you
rule her husband. So you looked for another. You think you want me, but I don’t
think it’s true. You don’t look at me like you do him.”

Vorreka stared at Setterus for a moment—as if I weren’t even
in the room. “If I look at him differently, it is because I’ve had him. You’ve
been quite difficult to get into bed. And it is true, I do seek a mating that
is unique among us.”

“The matings have only worked with two women, one man. You
couldn’t have kept Getterus,” Setterus said gently.

Vorreka spun about on his heel and left without another
word.

I’d stayed silent through the drama mostly because I was
still slowly coming out from under whatever drug they had me on, but now I
managed to ask the first of the questions crowding in my head. “What’s going
on?”

“I want you.” Setterus turned toward me and he leaned down.
The darkening across his cheeks had returned. “You want me, too. Your cheeks
have flushed. Your nipples have tightened enough to see through the sheet.”

“Maybe we should fuck. Then talk.” I should demand answers.
Another woman would demand to speak to someone in charge. Insist on going
home—oh, well, not that one. Nobody would want to return to the slums.

“We’ll fuck. Then fuck more. And fuck while we talk.”
Setterus growled and the sheet whipped away to leave me naked again. His body
twisted and in one quick motion, he tugged on his pants, yanking them away,
before he climbed onto the bed and straddled my waist. “Best way to be sure
they won’t take you away, if Vorreka has a change of heart, is to breed you.
Now.”

I whimpered cause I was so hot and ready I couldn’t think
straight. His hot buttocks pressed against my stomach. His cock rose before me
like some feast just out of reach. It was huge. Monstrously so. It was bigger
than my arm. I insisted, “That will not fit.”

“But you want it to,” he replied in a knowing, harsh tone.
“It will fit. You were made for my cock.”

I whimpered again as he leaned forward, bringing the head of
that battering ram near my mouth. It looked human, except being so damned big
and purple. The veins pulsed as he gripped his dick and stroked once, from
purple base to dark, nearly black tip. He crooned in a way that made my body
shudder to please him. “To breed with me, you need to lick me. Cover my cock in
your saliva.”

“I don’t understand.” But I opened my mouth. The way he said
breed
, as if he were desperate for it, sent a jolt of electricity
through me. My body hummed.

“Your body has changed. Much as I desired you before, it was
necessary.” He nudged my lip with the head of his cock. The taste, the feel of
his slippery pre-come made me hungry for more. “Lick me.”

He’d desired me before. I knew that. I did. But hearing it,
in that deep voice made me starve. I needed. My mouth felt swollen and eager.
As if it were sexually stimulated as much as my now throbbing cunt. My tongue
flicked out and slid into the slit weeping with a clear fluid. His semen tasted
divine, so fresh and sweet that it became sharp and spicy. I groaned and licked
more. Attacking him with my tongue in a ferocious need to coat his cock, I ran
my tongue along his pulsing veins. His body shook and he moaned. His body
remained rigid above me as I curled my tongue and raised my head so I could get
to more of him. His hand came around the back of my neck and he directed me.

As I lovingly ran my tongue over his delicious skin, I came
alive. My tongue was like a new organ. Every texture and movement trembled over
my body. And it’d grown longer, I was sure of it. Instead of a dark pink, now
it was a dark purple. I was able to curl and caress, tease. His girth was too
wide to fully take him in, but I slathered my saliva all over him and my mouth
watered, eager to make him slick.

His purple skin glistened and throbbed. Then he shifted. I
dove after him, trying to suck his plump head in just to keep him there where I
could get to him. My body was restless, hot, and frustration gathered in my
gut. I needed to be filled. But he didn’t move away. He leaned back and with
his free hand, he cupped my mound.

My body bowed from the bed and I gave a shout. I spoke
against his weeping slit as I sucked as much semen into me as I could,
“Please.”

His fingers slid right into my pussy. I was so slick and
hot, my flesh gave no resistance. Spreading my legs and humming happily against
the side of his cock, I nibbled down his shaft. He groaned and arched his back
as he pumped fingers into me. Then he added another and another. He had to have
all four fingers in me, pulling and stretching, pumping and fucking. The burn
made me feel alive, wanted, and eager.

“I need to prepare you more.” He growled and with a grunt,
he pulled away and flung a leg over me.

I cried out, the desperation of his leaving my mouth the
same as an orgasm on the cusp, out of reach. When he didn’t move away, I cried
out again in relief.

He crouched over me, his cock above my face and his head
between my legs.  I licked at every part of his shaft that I could reach and
grabbed his ass, but he didn’t put his mouth on me. He wiggled and turned his
hand. I stretched and stretched. I sizzled and my entire body went lax as he
did something amazing to my cunt.