Captured by her Alien Guard

Captured by her Alien Guard

By Elsa Silk

(Kidnapped,
Mars Needs Women, Alien abduction, Alien sex, Monster cock, breeding, m/f, m/m,
m/m/f, m/f/m, fisting, spanking, concubine, menage, power plays, orgy, anal,
dildo)

The aliens had chosen a new concubine about a week ago. Not
another one since, and I couldn’t help but smirk as I walked away from the exam
tents and my complete waste-of-time job of hauling trash to the incinerators.
Only lucky women could work here.
Ha!
As if I were lucky to drag barrels
after barrels of medical waste, food wrappers, and whatever else these gorgeous
wanna-be-concubines thought would be a good idea to bring in here.

On the way out through the now deserted stands, I scrunched
my shoulders. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Someone watched
me. I was pretty sure who it was—the purple alien guard who seemed to see
everything, everyone. My skin tingled. It couldn’t be awareness. Not for the
big hulking descendant of those Neliousians who swept in and took over
everything. Nobody seemed to really know what had happened, war or famine or
what. The aliens had rounded-up all the survivors into one big slum on the
Eastern seaboard and put us all to work.

I hated all the tall purple people. But they were gorgeous,
I’d give them that.

But this one, the one I nodded at when I walked toward the
gates. The one whose dark eyes glittered as his stare followed me. The only
male who ever looked at
me
. The only male I gave more than a passing
thought. He made me want to see what the fuss was all about. Did they really
have giant, monster-sized cocks?

Chin hitched, nose in the air, I flipped him off as I walked
past him. As usual, he didn’t blink or say a word, but his gaze followed me.

A thought, a wisp of lust, crowded into my mind. Of large,
strong purple hands grabbing my waist and bending me. Of shoving a large thick
cock into my pussy. The thought vanished and a moan passed my lips.

My cheeks burned and my gut grew warm, but there was no way
he could read my thoughts. I didn’t turn to look to see his face one last time,
but I sped up to get away and whispered the insult he shouldn’t hear, “Fucking
locust.”

I knew he heard me. Every time.

My job was on the line, calling them what they were, people
who raped the Earth, but he’d never turned me in, not in the last two months of
calling him that every day he worked. I was here every fucking day. He was here
three days a week. I didn’t let myself wonder what he did those other days.

Outside the arena, a large, empty, fenced-off area kept the
potential troublemakers away from throwing distance. I crossed the empty space
between the stadium and the outer gate as quickly as I could. When I came to
the turnstile, one of the Neliousian guards barked at me, “Run your
identification through.”

I frowned. Usually I only did this coming in. Either they’d
changed procedure, or they expected trouble. Or something. Who knew? I shrugged
and took the card from the chain at my neck and ran it over the security pad.

For several minutes, I stood there as the bar remained
closed. I frowned even more and stared down at my work roughened hands.
Finally, the arm of the turnstile clunked as it unlocked and I passed through.
Whatever was going on, it didn’t involve me. Best not to wonder.

Even though they’d gone through extra checks and I had stood
there at least ten minutes, I didn’t need to look up to know that none of the
guards even glanced at me that whole time. Not like the one I sometimes called
my own when I fell into forbidden dreams. What was the point in dreaming of
having a human husband? I didn’t want to have kids with invaders ruling the
world. Mostly, I tried to ignore any urges beyond the one to survive until
tomorrow. Sex and love were for the weak.

But my alien guard was no longer there, no longer watching.
I knew because the hair on the back of my neck didn’t prickle and my nipples
weren’t hard. I frowned and shook my head.

At the outer fringes of the rows and rows of housing that
started just outside the checkpoint, I took a left. Without thinking, I weaved
through the crowded paths and once-streets. Scents of decay, trash, spoiled
food and human waste were the hardest adjustments when walking home from work.
Even the Neliousian trash smelled better than ours.

I turned down an alley.

Hard hands grabbed me from behind.

I yelped and blind panic hit. The alley spun about me as I
shoved away and slammed into the side of a nearby shack. My head nearly burst
with pain and I struggled, pushing against my attacker. All I could think was
of my mother, sneering at me to be more careful as she refused to take me to a
medic when I’d been raped and abused only a year ago. It was common in the
Eastern Seaboard slum. I didn’t know a single woman who didn’t bear scars of
past violence. I’d been lucky and not gotten pregnant or diseased.

But I refused to be victim again.

I doubled over and reached into my boot. My fingers brushed
the hilt of my knife. Before I could unsheathe it, a yank threw me backwards
and I landed on something soft.

I gasped and tried to focus in the dark.

A hiss sounded behind me and a weight crashed onto me.

“You’re sure the serum will work on her?” a deep voice
growled.

“No. I’m not. I told you. It’s experimental.” Another answered
in a calm way, as if something violent and life threatening didn’t play out in
front of him.

My face had smashed into plush fabric. I couldn’t breathe
and my yells muffled into the pillow thing beneath me. I shoved and bucked, but
I couldn’t get away. More weight landed on me and the lack of air made dots of
white flash behind my lids. Reason snuck into the confusion and I stilled. If I
didn’t calm, I’d suffocate. Let these men do whatever they had planned. At least
I’d live.

“Just jab her with the needle already. If it works on her,
she’ll be ripe for you in minutes. Enough of this thrashing about. It might
draw attention,” the calm one threatened.

A cold feeling swamped me and I tried to wiggle away again.
But a sharp prick struck me in the side and in seconds, I went limp. It
could’ve been whatever my attacker had given me, or the realization that this
was the end for me. We all lived under the fear of death. It was our way of
life.

The weight lifted off of me and I turned my head to gasp in
air. It was too dark to see anything and the familiar noises of the slum
filtered in past my struggles. Nobody would come to my rescue. Life was too
cheap—and was the most selfishly guarded commodity.

If only I could see, maybe I could find a way out, but as my
senses returned I realized I was in some enclosed space. I didn’t know which
way was out, where my attacker was, or anything.

Then, my world utterly flipped as my mouth went hot and my
nipples pebbled into painful spikes of need. My pussy throbbed and a shudder
made me turn to my side and curl into a ball. My throat burned and water
collected on my tongue.

I needed. Oh, I was so painfully hungry and hollow. I
whimpered and gripped my arms as I held onto myself instead of reaching between
my legs to rub my tingling clit.

“She’s responding well. Go ahead. Fuck her. But remember my
deal. If you get away with it, I expect your payment. Your body. Beneath me.”
The calm one said this with utter lack of tone.

“If this works, I’ll be glad to do it.”

“If only you’d been glad to do it before now,” the dry reply
made my struggle to keep from crying seem an offhand thought to these men.
Nearly begging for release from the lust gripping my insides, I sensed they had
more at stake here than a mere raping of me, a nobody.

Then the gruff one added, “But not yet. I want to see her
face when I finally take her.”

Finally?

This all made no sense.

How could anyone have something that would make me feel this
way?

Unless they’d gotten it from the freak aliens.

Or, they were the aliens.

Stark terror slid cold into my chest even as my pussy
flooded with cream and swelled in eager throbs. The men who’d captured me in
this utter darkness
were
those strange aliens—not human. But an
exhilarating thought came on the heels of my galloping horror. This had to be
my alien guard. My “
fucking locust.”
Nobody else looked at me. Who else
would say, “
Finally
?”

Rumor was, their cocks were giant, and I’d dreamed of riding
his. I panted, ready for a monster cock to ease the hunger. I let go of my legs
and stretched. My hips pressed down, seeking friction and my hands, without any
direction from my brain, ripped my dress up and over my hips so I could grab my
naked breasts. Eager, I rubbed over my sensitive nipples.

That felt so good, I did it again. Then, I pinched each of
them with a groan. My hips bucked, seeking help for the lust balling in my
core.

“Help me.” My legs spread and to my relief, a hand pressed
onto my mound, pushing the fabric of my panties slightly into the opening of my
cunt.

“More,” I begged.

“Give her what she needs before she overheats.” The stoic
one said. He couldn’t be my guard.

My panties were ripped away in a yank that scored into my
flesh but I didn’t care. Strong and long fingers thrust into my slickness. And
pumped. Hard and fast, spreading my slit with rough, hurried forcefulness. The
man fucking me with his fingers grunted.

“Yes,” I hissed and let my legs fall more fully open.

I surrendered. Completely and utterly.

Those fingers worked me in the pitch black as I plucked my
nipples and my mouth burned. I’d had sex before but nothing ever this urgent.
As if I’d die if I didn’t get a cock in me and my mouth had never been so
sensitive sexually, as if it needed to be filled as well.

I’d given head before, too. But the satisfaction came from
watching a man melt from my mouth on him. Nothing that had made me burn to
choke on cock. I needed hot semen to fill me and slide down my throat. The
hunger was painful and consuming.

But instead of a dick in my mouth, I got fingers in my
pussy. And I rode them. I bucked against the palm pressing on my mound and
stimulating my clit. Another finger slid into me, stretching and working me in
frantic shoves.

“You want cock, human?” the man asked and, instead of
fear—knowing this had to be my alien guard—I moaned and bucked against the hand
ravishing me.

“Yes. Oh, yes. Please fuck me, my alien guard.”

The fingers stilled for a moment and he groaned low and long
with a note of satisfaction. He understood that I recognized him and it pleased
him.

“Do her, Setterus.” The calm one didn’t sound so calm
anymore.

My gruff alien gripped my thighs and shoved them toward me.
Spreading me wide with my knees practically touching my ears.

Something large and massive nudged at my slit and I couldn’t
help it, I keened a loud and anxious sound.

“She wants fucking. Do it,” the other one urged.

“You need me, don’t you?” the gruff one leaned into me. “I
would wait, but you need it.”

I did. I had to say it. Something inside me understood that
he needed my permission as much as I needed to give it, but once I did, my life
was his. I understood it all and I couldn’t have changed my fate one bit. I
pleaded, “Yes. I need you. Yes.”

I couldn’t see anything. All I knew was that massive hard
pole as it pressed against me.

Fire burned the rim of my pussy and I wiggled, wanting more,
but my thrashing had dislodged the pressure. A loud clanking reverberated in
the enclosed space. I gasped.

“We have to go,” one of them whispered. The urgency had
changed from lust to command. “Now.”

“Wait. I have to.” My guard sounded closer. He commanded,
“Bite me.”

Suddenly, a warm tongue shoved into my mouth. I’m not sure
if it was in reaction or on his order, but I bit down. Just a little. A spicy
flavor flooded my mouth and I saw stars blinking beneath my lids. The tongue
disappeared just when I wanted to suck on it.

The hands on my thighs lurched away. My legs fell to the
side. The heated body that had held me down disappeared. I curled into myself
and gripped my legs. The surface beneath me lurched. Vibrations rocked through
me and I screeched.

Neither of the men answered or even told me to hush.
Darkness still surrounded me and the burning between my legs grew unbearable. I
reached down and fingered my clit. It helped a little. So I kept at it. Rubbing
and plucking. My breathing grew a little easier but my mouth still felt weird,
kinda swollen. My pussy throbbed and ached. I grew slippery and hot between my
legs but I kept petting myself. Tension gathered in my core. An orgasm gripped
me. Clenching deep inside in waves.

Relief swamped me.

I let out a breath and the hum surrounding me finally faded.
I drifted.

Sometime later, I cracked my lids open. I’d passed out.
Everything was blurry. Blinking, I let myself get used to the light. My body
felt heavy. I couldn’t quite feel where anything was except I was warm and
unable to move. Finally, my eyes stopped watering and I took a look around. The
room was simple enough, but so much better and nicer than anything I’d ever
seen. I was in a bed, not a pallet or a pile of my old clothes on a swept mud
floor. Under clean covers.

If it weren’t for the room, nothing like the slums, I’d
think I’d dreamt being kidnapped. My body felt numb, but the dull, nearly
undetectable ache still heated between my legs. And my mouth. I had been swept
off the street, given something, and experienced a painful urge to fuck a
Neliousian.

Never had I thought to be a concubine. Men didn’t notice me
in that way and the Neliousians only took the children who were bred for it,
kept safe, clean, beautiful, virginal. I hadn’t been a virgin in so long I
didn’t remember being one.