Out Of This World: Alien Erotica Collection Box Set

  Out Of This World:

  Alien Erotica Collection Box Set

  Jacqueline D Cirque

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  Published by J D Cirque

  Copyright © 2015 by J D Cirque

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  Contents

  ABDUCTED BY THE ALIEN WARRIOR

  TAKEN BY ALIENS

  TAKEN BY THE ALIEN

  ABDUCTED BY THE ALIEN WARRIOR

  A hot blast of plasma cuts so close to my canopy I can feel the heat even through my visor.

  “I’m taking heavy fire!” I relay, only static returning.

  It’s not looking good. Here in the canyon our fighters have the disadvantage. They cannot maneuver as fast as the Dothkhan ships.

  I pull hard into a barrel roll, my g-suit taking most of the force but still threatening to return what I had for breakfast if I increase the speed of rotation.

  I jam the joystick back and head towards the sky, climbing and climbing, the entire vista abuzz with crisscrossed beams and bursts of color. Each is another Alliance ship down.

  This one Dothkhan ship is right on my ass. The fucker just won’t let me go.

  “Squadron leader, tell me what the fuck is going on. I could do with some help here.”

  No response. It’s only then I realize I am alone. My entire squad’s been blown to kingdom come. The girls and guys I’ve spent the last three years with training, eating with… fucking, they’re gone, turned into nothing by these alien scum.

  No one expected a portal to an alien world to open right above us, for the attack that was to follow. We weren’t ready. We sure as hell weren’t prepared, but now we’re fighting back. I couldn’t sit around on my ass and watch. I had to take it to them, the invaders.

  I look down to the console, the series of cuts I’ve made in the metal to indicate kills. They cover the entire cabin.

  The engines start to wheeze as I push the altitude. The hard ceiling is coming up, that dark blue void of space and beyond it the pink eye of the portal swirling.

  I turn around and take a good look at the Dothkhan ship tracking me. Each is unique in both color and design, perversions of World War II fighters. Seems like the Dothkhan are fans of that era.

  This one’s orange with inky black stripes, the insignia of what looks like a tiger on the side.

  I snap back to attention and try to work out what the hell I’m going to do, letting the engines stall and dropping like a stone past the enemy ship.

  They clearly weren’t expecting that. I fall into a spin and struggle to regain control, finally pulling up before I become a smear on the canyon floor.

  Close one, Maddy.

  Something rips up through the side of the fighter, a burning sensation against my leg. My console turns red, warnings blinking up left and right in my HUD. I look down and see smoke, sparks, turning to spot the same Dothkhan ship on my tail.

  I’ve been hit, my main engine down and losing propulsion fast. I switch to axillary, but it’s not going to last. The Dothkhan ship is gaining fast.

  This is it.

  This is the end.

  If it’s one thing they teach you in the academy, it’s ‘don’t be taken alive.’

  The Alliance keeps tight-lipped about what they’ve discovered about the Dothkhan. We know that aesthetically they are similar to us, though lacking hair and pigmentation, instead glowing from within with a kaleidoscope of color based, we think, around mood. They’re taller, stronger, improved versions of ourselves in every way capable even of telepathic thought. They’re a fierce, fighting race with no interest in peace. They take what they want.

  I don’t know why the Alliance doesn’t want us to be taken alive, but they were very clear on the point during training. ‘Worse than death,’ popped up a few times, fellow soldiers coming up with all kinds of theories—strange, gladiatorial battles on another world, being skinned alive, tortured endlessly… forced into sexual slavery… worse.

  I don’t want to find out.

  I pull off my helmet breathing hard, the Dothkhan ship so close I can hear the pulsing of its engines, the front of the ship lighting up ready to pull me away with its T-beam

  Not today.

  I punch in the self-destruct sequence, the countdown starting. Struggling to keep the ship steady, I reach down into my suit and find my tags between my breasts, taking them out and cracking one open. The capsule falls into the palm of my head, instant death.

  They said it would be over quickly.

  Only ten seconds remain, the ship about to explode. I sure as hell don’t want to be around for that BBQ.

  Nine.

  I look at the capsule and prepare to throw it down.

  Eight.

  I lift my hand up and open my mouth.

  Seven.

  A vibration runs through the hull as the axillary engine starts to seize. It’s enough to cause the capsule to fall from my hand, clinking its way to the floor.

  Fuck.

  Six.

  I search frantically around my feet, but there’s nothing there. I can’t find the fucking capsule.

  Five.

  I’m shaking, fucked, about to be torn apart by the blast.

  Four.

  I think of everything I have abandoned, every member of family, every friend I have ever known taken in this world. I have never felt more alone.

  Three.

  Not like this.

  Two.

  I close my eyes.

  One.

  Nothing.

  I look down at the console. It’s blinking 00:00 but nothing has happened. The ship is still in one piece. I’m in one piece.

  It’s right then when a green glow envelops the whole cabin. My muscles are caught in some kind of pull, strained and turning me into a pained statue.

  I cry out silently in agony, bound my forces unseen. The green glow increases until I can’t see anything else.

  I feel like I’m being torn apart from the inside out.

  It’s too much. I can’t take it.

  I let the pain take me.

  SIX MONTHS LATER

  Truthfully, I don’t know how long it’s been since I was captured.

  “Good morning, 331. Your meal is waiting.”

  I lift the covers off and make my way to the dining table, three pills waiting as always.

  Outside the windows two suns are converging.

  I throw the pills back. I’ve become a junkie. They are all I think about, all I look forward to. They are my entire world in this zoo.

  It’s not long before crowds are
starting to gather at the windows, peering in with their black, Dothkhan eyes, bodies glowing. They show no emotion, no facial expressions. I cannot bear to look at them, to see the way they observe me here in my cage, and that’s what it is. There is a bed here, a table, even an approximation of a kitchen, but there is no food. There are only the pills.

  The nakedness bothered me at first. I screamed and slammed at the glass, threw myself against it for days when I first arrived, but I’ve been implanted with something. If I act out, they turn it on, the pain debilitating in the extreme, tearing me apart.

  So, now I sit here, naked, and spend my days thinking of home, making up stories, the pills. They shave me, down there, trigger the thing inside me until I pass out. I wake up with my hair cut and my skin clean, red and raw. It makes me sick thinking about them touching me, doing with my body what they will.

  Even at the academy I was popular, the athletic girl with the perfect body. I had my pick of guys, and I loved it. I loved sex. Here I barely think about it. This place, what I now know to be a zoo for our kind, a place for them to look on us like a novelty, has destroyed any shred of happiness, of life left inside me, so I exist. It’s all I can do.

  *

  At first he blends in like all the others, the Blue One.

  The zoo is popular, especially during the day when the two suns are high in the sky above. I have no way to ascertain what the weather is like, if there even is weather here. I don’t know anything about this world. We could be anywhere. Perhaps this is not even a world at all, but a ship. I’ve been through it all.

  I watch the crowds in the mirror. The Blue One is here again today, a towering specimen of a Dothkhan male with tessellated body and piercing black eyes. The Dothkhan have no need for clothing, his cock hanging thick between his legs. The crowds move on, but this one stays, watching.

  For a moment I am sure he notices me watching him in the mirror. I turn away, for the first time conscious of my body. I attempt to cover my breasts, pressing my thighs against one another.

  A flush of heat overcomes me as I watch him, the first real emotion I have felt since I was captured. My thighs clamp tighter together, tendrils of need twisting and churning at my core. My lips part and my breathing becoming labored the more I look at him.

  Eventually I turn away and watch the wall. When I look back, he’s gone.

  *

  The Blue One returns the next day, and the next. Finally, I can’t take it anymore.

  I march up to the glass and bash it with both hands. “What the fuck do you want?!” I scream, but he registers no emotion. Instead, he comes closer to the glass.

  I look right into those beady black eyes of his and see nothing but another Dothkhan scumbag, an invader.

  “Fuck you!”

  The pain starts where it always does, right at the top of my spine just under my skull.

  It increases until I collapse to my knees, hands searching the back of my neck for the source of the pain but finding only the thin line of a scar long since forgotten.

  The Blue One watches, fascinated. “You like this?” I yell through a fog of pain. His cock is lifting between his legs, growing hard. “You get off on this?”

  No reply.

  I jump up and punch the glass so hard I leave blood.

  “Warning, 331.”

  “Fuck you too!” I scream at my invisible keeper. “Fuck all of you!”

  I punch the glass again, something breaking in my hand, but I don’t care. I smash my fist into it over and over aiming right for his face.

  Suddenly the pain ramps up to an unbelievable level. I drop to the floor and hold my head, the pain running deep into my very bones.

  The last thing I see before I lose consciousness completely is the Blue One, upside down, a smile on his face and his cock in full erection.

  *

  I come to with a killer headache, the kind where it feels like someone’s been sharpening an axe against your skull all night. I was sure I damaged my hand, but it feels fine.

  The room is dark, much darker than normal. I can make out a table, windows, but they are wrong, different. This isn’t my room, my cell. I’m struck with a sudden panic. If this isn’t my room, where am I?

  “You are awake.”

  A voice.

  My head whips from left to right, but I can’t trace the sound. It seems to be coming from behind me. Behind me?

  I look around and realize I’m upright, my arms and legs stretched out. I’m on a cross of some sort, heavy metal rings around my ankles and wrists keeping me fixed to it. I try to move, but the bracelets seem to be attached to the cross with some kind of magnetic field, far too strong to break.

  “Who’s there?”

  A Dothkhan steps in front of me, his color even more vibrant in the darkness, his cerulean glow lighting up the room, a room I now see is far plusher and more luxurious than the one to which I have become accustomed at the zoo.

  It’s the Blue One. It’s him. There’s no mistaking it.

  He speaks perfect English. “You recognize me.”

  “Yes.”

  “You can speak.”

  “We can, but we chose not to. Your language is… primitive.”

  “Let me off this thing and I’ll show you just how primitive I can be.”

  He smiles again. I’ve never seen a Dothkhan show emotion before, but this one flaunts it.

  I study his chest, his translucent skin and the glow emanating from below, a sea of energy.

  “Are you not curious why you are here?”

  I play along. “Why am I here?”

  He runs a finger down the side of my chest, running it over my ribs. I’m surprised at how warm his touch is, the heat this one finger transfers through my skin. Where it touches it leaves a lingering tingle, a simmering that swims its way to the tender spot between my legs.

  “You are here,” he continues, “because I have acquired you, for a substantial sum, I might add.”

  “Why?”

  “You fascinate me, 331.”

  “My name is Maddy.”

  “Maddy,” he corrects. “But tell me, Maddy, what am I to do with you?”

  “Take me back home.”

  He comes closer, his finger falling to the curve of my hip, others joining the pilgrimage south. I stiffen and relax, trying to fight the need building, but failing. His cock brushes against my leg warm, the shaft of it thickening.

  “I’m afraid that is not possible. This is your home now, and I am your master.”

  “I’m master to no one.”

  He runs his fingers over my pubis, one separating my lips and sawing through the wetness that has started to build there against my will. “We will see about that.”

  His hand leaves and he turns, walking to the table. From it he selects a small object that looks like a cone-like seashell. He holds it up to me, its surface opalescent.

  “What is that?”

  He runs his hand behind my neck, fingers pressing. I wince at new pain there. “You were implanted with this device when you arrived, for compliance.”

  I remember the pain, the source of agony.

  “I had it removed. The wound is healing well.”

  He takes his hand away and places the seashell into the valley between my breasts, letting it drop slowly down my body. He runs it over my belly button, letting it continue to progress until it’s pressed against my sex.

  I gasp, sharp.

  He turns it, the rounded point sitting against the rim of my hole. He adds pressure, the seashell beginning to penetrate me, filling me. He adds more pressure and it disappears completely, swallowed up by the slobbery mouth of my cunt.

  He stands back. “This device was designed for pain, but it has other uses. It can be a source of pleasure as well. Would you like a demonstration?”

  “Go to hell.”

  The Dothkhan lifts his hand and gives a quick motion like he’s trying to turn a tap in midair. Instantly, the seashell comes to life in
side me, vibrating and pulsing and such a thick and all-consuming pleasure following that my entire body goes limp and lax at once.

  My mouth falls open, drool running from it in a straight line to the floor, my eyes rolling up into my head as the pleasure takes me, the ecstasy so full and dominating my juices soon turn the insides of my thighs hot and wet.

  The seashell stops just as I’m about to climax, my body buzzing. My vision returns, my heart beating hard and my breathing erratic. That was only a few seconds. I cannot imagine what would happen if the shell was to continue.

  The Dothkhan comes forward, his cock an iron bar between his legs as thick as my arm, glowing and swirling with azure. He runs his hand up the inside of my thigh and brings it to his mouth, his tongue licking away my arousal. “The device pleases you,” he announces, “but I wonder, can you take more?”

  His fingers glide into my wetness, grasp the seashell and pull it free. He places it against my forehead. It softens and melts, spreading out across my skin, latching onto it.

  I panic. “What are you doing?”

  He responds with another motion of his hand, an intense burn running right into the middle of my head before filtering out throughout my body. Between my legs my sex responds, flowering open and growing wet.

  I blush, patches of rose drawn out over my skin.

  I cannot place the sensation the seashell provides now, but it is far from the pain it delivered when it was inside my head, when it was implanted there against my will.

  Through glassy eyes I watch as the Blue One approaches, his cock rising and then separating into two equally large members, splicing before my very eyes. I can’t believe what I’m seeing until it’s happened, two thick cocks, one sitting on top of the other, balls smooth as marbles below glowing blue.

  With another twist of his hand I’m separated from the cross at my back, the bracelets breaking free but still hovering in the air and holding me aloft. Most of my weight is on my wrists, but they’re held firm. There is no escape.

  The Blue One commands them with his hands, drawing my ankles up, my legs folding and moving into the air. He steps between them, my exposed pussy inches away from his own sexual organs.