Alien Love Slave (Sex Slave Series #1) (7 page)

I was getting tired of being told to go to sleep
only
to
wake up in strange circumstances.
Annoyed, my distended stomach and I sat up slowly
and were
met with a sharp pain.

Before I could move, the gigantic flower bloom was back and, of course, between my legs. I was pretty sure the bulb didn’t have eyes, but what the hell did I know? It had fucked me earlier
,
and I had no idea it could do that either.

The pain would have doubled me over, but vines encircled my wrists and
ankles as quickly as lightning to hold me in place. Slimy fluid poured from my pussy and onto the ground, coating the vines in a viscous mess.

Where the hell were the plants and their drug-inducing pollen now? Of all t
he times I could use an upper to take away the pain, it would be now, dammit!

Cramping like I’d never felt before took over
,
and I screamed as loud as I could. All of the surrounding fl
owers began to shake and shiver, but I had no idea – and I didn’t care – whether it was in response to my yelling or their excitement at welcoming their offspring into the world.
 

A disgusting popping noise sounded as the first golfball-sized pod exited my body. The nearest flower bent down to inspect the little seed with its petals, caressing and touching it.

Seemingly satisfied, the petals closed around its offspring and carried it
upward toward the waiting blooms.

After expelling the first pod, the rest of the seeds came out in a river of fluid.
My body alternated between horrible pain as the little pods expelled from within me and relief as my abdomen deflated.

The flowers couldn’t move fast enough to collect the numerous amounts of offspring
as they gathered between my outstretched legs. Each
new
little bundle of joy was carefully gathered by one of its parents and transported away. The entire process was soundless,
only disturbed by
the rustling of leaves
and the
vines and petals
swishing.

After the last little pod
exited from within me, the vines released my arms, gently supporting my back and laying me against them. Exhausted,
I rested against the cushion of greenery and closed my eyes.

A few minutes later, the plants had parted
,
and a pathway appeared.
If the grays thought I was just going to get up and waltz out of here right after popping out a bunch of seeds, they were in for a surprise.

Instead, the grays surprised me as a table floated toward me and landed next to my tired body. I literally rolled onto the table,
and then
it rose and carried me into the opening through which I’d walked only a
couple
days prior.

I
was allowed to rest for a time
,
and the days ran together
. Every
eight hours
I was examined
,
tests were run
,
and afterwards I was always pissed at myself for letting them dictate my actions
by
only reacting passively. No matter how hard I tried to resist their calming mental persuasion, I simply could not.

Every once in a while I would yell at the nothingness in my cell, knowing full well they could hear every word I was saying. Assholes. Couldn’t they at least give me a book to read?

Finally, my wish was granted
,
and I was given
some trashy magazine with articles twenty years old.
By the end of the day,
I
’d
read that thing so many times, I had it memorized by the time a small opening appeared in my cell.

The professor’s voice sounded
,
and I was glad to have someone to talk with, even if he wasn’t my first choice. At this point, I would welcome pretty much
any
person’s voice; I was getting lonely.

“Sidney, would you care to
be informed as to the race you birthed?” asked the gray.

“Uh, sure. Yes.” I figured it wouldn’t hurt to know
,
and if the news was good, maybe it would make me feel better. I shuddered in pleasure as I recalled my intimate encounter with the flowers.

Pictures of the jungle world I’d been to appeared on the walls of my cell. The gap between the flowers had been bridge
d by thousands of tiny seedlings in a rainbow of colors.

“There
are
no wind and no living beings to carry the plants’ pollen so they may procreate,” explained the professor. “You have ensured their race will continue for hundreds of your life
-
spans.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I remained silent. I was torn between feeling terribly used and trapped and feeling useful and a little proud. I really didn’t know how to feel at all. I nodded my head
,
and the images disappeared, leaving me alone in the quiet with my one magazine.

This time when the small arch appeared in the wall, I was prepared to fight the grays – I did
not
want to be a breeding cow again. I sat on the floor and planned to make them either take me outside my cell or force whatever was out there to come into the grays’ territory.

Unfortunately, I didn’t understand the flexibility of the room I was in until the door was suddenly moving closer to me. I angrily pounded on the walls, screamed, cried, and threw a tantrum
of which
a 3-year-old would be jealous
.

Once, when I opened my eyes in mid-outburst,
I noticed
the walls rippled each time they pushed me a little closer to the opening in the wall. Again, I saw face after face lined up on the walls, passively
watching me fight for my life.

T
he wall
punch
ed
outward
,
and I was sent sprawli
ng outside my cell and onto a dusty, dirt-covered surface. I rolled several times
,
creating a cloud of dust before crashing to a stop and smacking my head against the ground.

Angry and frustrated, I sat there covered in dust with tears s
treaking down my face. Damn the grays
for throwing me out like trash
to be devoured by whatever was in this world.

The terra
in of this land was dry and dead
.
Piles of dirt six to eight feet tall dotted the surface
everywhere
. Small paths wound betw
een the small mountains of g
rime
, though there were no footprints to be seen.

This world was eerily quiet,
lacking in sound as well as movement.
Absolutely nothing green lived in this place; it was as though the grays dropped
me off in the middle
of
an empty, barren land
.

Abov
e me, the sky was gray
with little light
showing
.
A short distance ahead, there appeared to be snow on the ground, which I thought was strange, since it wasn’t cold.

Even though there
was
no breeze, I shiver
ed
and cross
ed
my arms over my
naked
breasts, suddenly chilled. I
did
not
like this place
,
and it gave
me the creeps.

I heard a rustling noise fro
m behind me
,
and I turned around quickly but
saw
nothing. The hair on the back of my neck stood up
,
and I was certain I was being watched.

Goosepimples broke out all over my skin
,
and I knew whatever was coming for me was not going to be a pretty flower disguised as a mating machine; whatever was on this world was going to be frightening.

Again, I heard the rustling noise ahead of me, but it sounded louder this time. The species coming for me was getting closer. I walked forward carefully, making sure to tiptoe so I wouldn’t make any noise.

It became darker as I crept onward
,
and I decided it w
as better to keep to the lighted
areas rather than going somewhere I wouldn’t be able to see. Before I could turn around, a small avalanche of d
irt
, along with a
cloud
of d
ust
,
fell from one of the
mounds in front of me.

At least I knew where the being was hiding. Smiling a little at its clumsiness, I
silently made my way to the pile of dirt. As I peeked around the corner, I heard a loud hiss but saw nothing.

I looked up again and realized the sky was not cloudy in the least; in fact, the sky wasn’t there at all. The entire “ceiling” of
this world was made up of thousands and thousan
ds
of
strands
of
glossy webbing
. I glanced again at
what I’d previously thought to be snow only to realize the ground fifty feet in front of me was also a mass of spider silk.

Scared and confuse
d, I backed away from the pile of dirt only to run directly into countless strands of sticky threads
on my left
that had not been there mere seconds ago.
I screamed as the
feather-
light touch of the silk adhered firmly to my left arm and
to my
hair.

I immediately raised my left hand to try to brush the strands off of my hair
,
and a few tore
away
easily. Relieved, I
yanked my head and body backwards only to have more strands attach themselves
from behind me
.
A trap had been set
,
and I was falling right into it.

I felt a tickling on my ankles and looked down to see if my feet were becoming entangled as well; what I saw caused my heart
to leap
into my throat. Thousands upon thousands of spiders
with bodies the size of a quarter
were wrapping my feet in
strands of silky,
sticky
threads
.

Most people don’t care for spiders, but I was absolutely terrified of them.
When I was young, I had nightmares about the creepy-crawly things because I’d watched a
movie
from
which my parents had warned me to stay away. For the rest of my life I had an atypical fear of arachnids and stayed clear of them whenever possible.

My voice was lost as I panicked. I had to get out of here! I wasn’t about to stomp on them because I didn’t want their disgusting squishy gu
t
s on the bottom of my feet
; the only option I had was to run... like that was going to happen.

From the moment I took my first step, I was doomed.
The formerly
wet,
weak strands of webbing had become stronger
as they’d dried
,
and I tripped as I shifted my weight forward. I fell onto the ground only to be swarmed by all of those little spiders ne
ar my feet. I cried out in fear
then slammed my
jaw
shut
, terrified they would crawl into my mouth.

In a way, it was good I close
d
my mouth because I was starting to get dizzy from breathing too quickly; with my mouth closed, I was forced to breath
e
more slowly through my nostrils.

The little arachnids were
crawling around
my hair, tickling my scalp and my ears as I tried to stand up straight. I thrashed around, brushing the small bugs off of my breasts
, arms, neck and face.

Each time I tried to remove a thread of silk, I ended up getting more
of it caught on my fingers and hands – this wouldn’t have been so bad, however, the new strands were tied to larger, thicker strands.
My movements began to slow as the threads began to harden
,
and any attempt to pull on the fibers resulted
in dragging more of them onto my body.

It didn’t take long to realize I was completely trapped. I think I peed out of fear as I started to cry, but I can’
t recall clearly. I was cursing the grays and their horrible breeding contract with this species, terrified as I was wrapped tighter and tighter with strands of webbing.