Desert World Savages Part 3: Hunted: A SciFi Alien Serial Romance

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Tracy has survived an alien abduction and crashing onto an unknown world. Right now, she'll be happy if she lives through the night!

She's hoping to be rescued by her big alien boyfriend, but he's having problems of his own...

Part 1: Abduction

Part 2: Falling

Part 3: Hunted

Part 4: Survival (June 19, 2015)

Part 5: Rescue (June 26, 2015)

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TRACY (FALLING TO HER DOOM OVER AN ALIEN PLANET)

Tracy Walsh had delivered newspapers in punishing weather. There had been snow, ice, rain and heat. She had to get up in the middle of the night and deal with bozo carriers who were carrying. She had dealt with office politics and management who, to put it mildly, may have come directly from a mental institution.

None of her newspaper trials prepared her for being abducted by aliens, subjected to examinations, having the hottest sex she'd ever experienced, or a terminal velocity fall from a spacecraft into the atmosphere of an alien world.

At first, she had felt totally weightless as she fell away from the ship. In a moment of panic, she thought that she was caught in orbit, being pulled by the planet's gravity just enough to spin around eternally in a loop. But the alien spacecraft receded from her vision, its dark outline blotting out the stars and indicating that she was moving closer. Finally, she felt the tug of the planet below as she entered the denser lower atmosphere.

The air screamed in her helmet as flames shot up around her body. Rev told her the inside of the suit was going to get a little hot, but he didn't mention that it would feel like an inferno. Sweat beaded on her forehead and all over her body. She was becoming even more uncomfortable because she couldn't wipe any of it off.

At least if Rev was correct about the suit processing body wastes, she'd have plenty of water to drink.

If she lived.

She watched the dark of space turn from murky gray to blue before she hit the clouds. Suddenly she couldn't see anything at all as white surrounded her and blocked her vision. But her time in the clouds was brief.

When she broke cloud cover, a voice sounded in the helmet.

Parachute will deploy in one minute.

One minute. One minute! Tracy though for sure that she'd be smashed on the ground like a discarded doll in one minute and the chute would take that long to deploy?

A hard yank pulled Tracy so that her feet pointed toward the ground. The chute opened, and her descent slowed.

Estimated time to landfall is five minutes.

Well, she'd be alive for five more minutes. Five minutes of hanging in the air, waiting to smash into the ground.

God damn, Rev, she thought. How did he expect her to handle falling directly from space into a strange alien world?

Memories of Rev flashed through her mind: Rev pushing his tongue into her mouth, meeting hers, sliding against and around her tongue, stealing her breath. His exotic taste, sweet yet musky, was a spice too heady to ignore. She remembered leaning into his kiss while he caressed the small of her back with his fingertips, a light touch that pulsed tingles through her body.

Great. Fucking great. How could she be thinking about sex sailing through the atmosphere of an alien world? But she couldn't help it. Something hit her head and her heart with thoughts of him.

What was that? Did she miss that big green guy less than ten minutes after he shoved her out of alien ship?

She remembered him leaning into her, the bulge in his pants broadcasting his lust.

She begged him to undress and he did, pushing his erect cock into her hands.

He groaned and asked her to stop, but she had no intention of ever stopping.

Fuck. She did miss him. And worse, judging from the ache in between her legs, she wanted him worse than before.

His last words to her had been, "I'll find you." Well, he damn well better. She had a lot of things to say to him. After she fucked the hell out of him.

The sight of the planet beneath her shook Tracy out of her reverie. Below her stretched miles and miles of dusty brown land. The ground seemed to encompass everything around her, and she could see no green thing from her vantage point high in the sky. Off to her left were some pointed peaks. The sun flared bright white from behind those peaks and everything appeared searing hot. The closer she got, the brown land turned into a brilliant yellow.

A slow dawn of realization it hit her. This place was a desert. A fucking desert. How on earth, check that, how on wherever was Rev supposed to find her in a desert? All the sand looked alike.

What was she supposed to do now? Her camping trips had not prepared her for survival in an environment like this.

Snakes. That was all she could think of, and one trait she shared with her favorite fedora-wearing adventurer. She had no problems confronting a burly, gun-wielding newspaper delivery man demanding that he pay his bill, but snakes scared the shit of her.

What if there were desert snakes? Or worse? What alien creatures slunk or burrowed in those desert sand dunes?

The voice spoke again.

Sensor information confirms an open terrain landing. Advise assuming the proper position for safety.

This is when Tracy's complete panic began. Position? Position! What was the proper position?

"Somebody help me!" she cried out.

Help requested.

Processing.

Hold straps above your head, tuck in your chin, and round your back.

Okay. She could do that. Chin to chest, back rounded. Check.

Upon impact, bend your knees and hold your legs together.

Twist to your side at an angle to your ground.

Land on your posterior, going into a roll after you make contact.

Tracy worked this out in her head. She tried bending her knees and found that despite the gravity pulling her in one direction, the suit easily moved when she nudged it with her body. Good. Great, in fact. She might survive this after all.

She felt the parachute slowing her descent. Maybe she could just land on her feet, and avoid all this rolling?

Do not attempt to land on your feet. Doing so can cause irreparable harm to your body.

Maybe not. Hell if she was going to end up on desert world with two broken legs.

All she did was go with her friend to a bar.

All she did was kiss, okay more than kiss, a hunky guy in the alley outside the bar.

No way was she supposed to end up rushing to her death towards an alien planet, an unknown number of light years away from earth. No. Nada. No way. She was going to have serious words with the aliens who had put her in this ridiculous situation.

I will never go to a bar with Carol again!

Her anger brought up a rush of adrenaline. Tracy reigned in her panic and focused on the task at hand.

Legs and knees bent, twist them to the side, land on my ass. Check!

Below her the sand peaks were getting bigger, jutting towards her. She could make out different colors now, great slabs of red and blue and gray rock that poked into the sky at different angles. She was heading straight toward the rocks.

That would be a very bad place to land. She saw herself hitting those rocks as thoughts of painful broken bones filled her overworked mind.

She needed to avoid them and apparently her only friend, the suit, thought the same thing.

Sensors indicate rocky ground ahead.

Pull right strap and twist to turn towards a softer landing area.

Tracy twisted her body and pulled the strap, and with a feeling of exhilaration, she turned in the air away from the rocks. For a moment, she forgot all about the aliens as a feeling of bliss came over her. This was fun!

She immediately felt silly for having fun during a life and death descent on an unknown world. Maybe she was going a little crazy. But who wouldn't go a little crazy after being abducted by aliens...shoved out of a spaceship...

And fucked by the sexiest man she'd ever met in her life.

The last vision of Rev filled her mind as the ground rushed toward her. He was green. The fucking guy who got her in all this mess was fucking green. What the hell was that all about? How did he change appearance? Why was he a beautiful light brown and now green? If they ever found each other again, he had a lot of questions to answer. He should not have held back information like that from her. He should have told her.

Then she remembered they didn't use a condom. Hell, she didn't even know if aliens had condoms. But he should have used one. What if he had some freaky alien virus that would make her sick? What if he had some mutated alien sperm that could get her pregnant despite the fact she was on the pill? Tracy always prided herself on being responsible, but how responsible could one be when faced with someone who looked like that?

What the hell would she even do with an alien baby. Oh honey, she would say to the kid. Yes, I know you look different from the other kids at school, half green and half brown, and that's because your daddy was special. He was from outer space, you see.

Or what if he ended up going to alien school?

That's because your mommy is special. I am from outer space, you see.

There were going to be years of therapy for all of them.

God damn aliens. Fuck them. Fuck them all. They had no right to steal her life, her home, and her sucky job from her. She didn't have a lot, but those were all the things she had.

He was right. Rev had no business having sex with her and taking advantage of her situation. Manipulating how hot he made her, taking her when she was slick between her legs, aching and ready, needing him. God damn alien. God damn fucking sexy alien. They were going to have one long fucking talk, that was for sure.

If he found her. God, she hoped he'd find her.

She missed him already.

And as for those other aliens? She had more than a few words for them.

They were going to deliver her friend to some mine on this planet to be some idiot miner's wife.

She'd locate that mine.

She'd find Carol and get her away from those aliens, and somehow get her changed back into human.

But before she did that, she was going to kick some alien ass, and make sure none of them ever, EVER went to Earth to steal more women.

Yeah. She'd survive this jump all right, and then she'll find those fucking aliens, and they would find out that they shouldn't ever fuck with Earth women...unless they asked for it.

REV (SAFELY ABOARD AN ALIEN SPACESHIP ORBITING THE PLANET)

Rev watched Tracy fall towards the planet with a sinking heart. He did NOT want to be separated from her, not now and not ever, but it was necessary to protect her life.

The crew of this ship would have killed her. And though he wanted to make the jump with her, he still had to perform his duty.

He had to follow these men, and record their transactions selling women to the miners. Then he could give testimony in court to put these criminals in prison once and for all.

The hardest thing he ever did was pushing Tracy out of that hatch. He did everything he could to keep her safe.

He programmed the suit to operate in training mode, so that it would give her critical information when she needed it. Rev made sure there were emergency supplies stored in the suit's catch pockets. All he could do now was hope that she made landfall in one piece. She was brave and worthy to be his mate. She had to live.

Otherwise he could not.

Rev's fear made his heart beat faster. At first, his heart rate change made him panic. He then realized the ancient stories about bonded mates were correct. He was feeling what she felt. Good. That meant she still lived. He felt anger then, and knew that came from her too. Good, Tracy, he thought. Use that. Stay strong.

He'd done desert survival training and was very aware of the dangers that awaited her. Lack of water, heat, the cold of night. He had no idea what animals, if any, lived on this cursed planet, but just the those first three things were plenty to threaten her life. He needed to get to her as soon as possible.