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An Alien Bondage [MultiFormat]
eBook by Alex Waldegger
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eBook Category: Erotica/Erotic Science Fiction/Science Fiction
eBook Description: #1 eBook Bestseller of Aliens who Came to Enslave Earth Women! She Was Tied and Bound--By a Male from Another Planet! Women were the first line of combat when aliens invade Earth. She had no idea that males from a distant star had landed on Terra until she was kidnapped, tied and forced to submit to their sexual demands! Here is a unique blend of science fiction, erotica and B&D that will appeal to readers of all three types. She was at the mercy of their depraved tortures, helpless to resist as she was chained to the wall of their space ship, but even as she gave into their lust she plotted rebellion and escape from her alien bondage!
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions
Fictionwise Release Date: September 2007
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Words: 38305
Reading time: 109-153 min.
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CHAPTER 1Kai-El looked at Niuv his wife, running his gaze down over her fine swelling breasts, her narrow waist and the sensuously sweeping curve of her thighs. The play of the light over her smooth yellow skin--plain yellow, the coloration of Shennak females--aroused Kai-El's senses as nothing else could. "Oh Kai-El!" she said, an edge of desperation in her voice. "Once more, once more quickly before you leave! She turned around and bent over her chair. The cleft between her luscious, ripe cheeks parted, and Kai-El could see the enticing sexual orifice between them. He felt a strong stirring in his loins. "I have to go--I can't be late for final briefing--" he started to say. But his groin cavity had already opened, responding instinctively to his wife's urging, the lush charms of her receptive body. He could hardly go out like this. It would be quicker to slake his lusts in her than to wait for his arousal to die down. Rushing over he grasped Niuv's lower set of arms with the claws of his primary arms, put the hands of his secondary arms on her magnificent thighs, and plunged his stiff rod into her entryway. Immediately he started to pump her hard and fast. She hugged the chair to stay on it despite the heaving spasm that convulsed her body, making her legs kick wildly. Niuv uttered wanton cries of pleasure as he serviced her. The sound of them enflamed Kai-El's passions and he quickly emptied his seed pouches into her. Need satiated for the moment, he pulled out and made to leave. "Kai-El," she cried out to him, panting, obviously wanting more. "Come back quickly, Kai-El! Come back safe! Every mission you fly, it's as though I die--" "It's just a routine system survey," said Kai-El dismissively. "I'll be back before you know it, and then--then I'm really going to give it to you! Keep yourself hot and waiting until I get back." Then checking that his phallus had pulled itself back into his body and that his groin cavity was respectably closed, Kai-El hurried out. It would not do for the Captain to be late for final mission briefing. Kai-El opened his eyes. The dream-memory of his parting from his wife faded and he realized where he was. He was on his bunk aboard Sulphur River, with the reminder alarm buzzing insistently. They were nearing the end of the jump. He stretched, shaking off the grogginess of sleep. Grasping the handles above him with his claws he heaved with his powerful primary arms to pull his mottled black-brown-yellow body from the bunk. He looked around and saw his two crewmates, Kamog and Vrush, wearily getting up. As Sulphur River came out of jump, they greeted each other sleepily, stretching to get their bodily fluids moving. Kamog, Sulphur River's ever eager Science Officer, was the first to his station. Moments after activating his screen, he gave an excited shout. "Captain! The target system--it has an industrial civilization! Masses of electronic communication activity! For once it's not a wild air beast chase--we really have found a new alien civilization!" He settled at his station, clucking happily, while Kai-El and Engineer Vrush wandered over to peer at his screen. "This is why I joined the Interstellar Exploration Agency!" said Kamog joyfully. "To think, that I should be one of the discoverers of a new tool-using species! We'll be famous, all three of us! Our names will be recorded in the history books! Ha! I want to call them Kamog's Species." "If we're going to call them anything we'll call them Kai-El's Species," said the Captain. "But I saw them first!" protested Kamog. "Maybe you did, but I'm the Captain." Shrugging that off, Kamog immersed himself in his work, scanning the planet. Meanwhile, Kai-El looked at the preliminary system data. It was a planet-rich system, as were most that bore life. There were four gas giants outside an asteroid belt, and four rock planets within. Other system bodies were on the borderline of being classed as planets. Usually Kamog would have bent his scientific intellect on classifying them exactly, but now he had better things to do with his time. "They have orbital capability!" he said. "The third rock planet's ringed with orbital satellites!" "System colonization?" asked Kai-El. "I don't think so," replied Kamog. "No. Nothing from anywhere except the third rock planet ... which is very like home. Nitrogen-oxygen atmosphere, water and dry land. Gravity's a bit heavier than we're used to but the temperature around the equatorial latitudes looks comfortable. I think we could go down there without suits and breathe the air." Kamog carried on with his work, but when he next spoke his tone of voice had changed. "Captain, they appear to be a rather grim species. Violent and xenophobic. The computers have analyzed several of their languages. I've been looking at their public entertainment broadcasts and they are full of stories of outsiders coming from other worlds to conquer them, and being fought off." "Are these stories histories?" asked the Captain. "I don't think so ... at first glance I don't see anything which would indicate any true interstellar contacts. I suspect the stories are fictions--the invaders seem to be quite different in each story. It suggests that the native species has an obsession with unwanted intruders." "They can't detect us, can they?" asked Engineer Vrush. "With their level of technology?" replied Kamog. "If you've been doing your job properly, there's no way they can get past our stealth systems." After some time, Kamog presented his preliminary report on the native species itself. Kai-El and Vrush watched attentively as two almost identical holograms appeared. "As you can see," said Kamog, "These beings bear a striking resemblance to us. They have a body with two legs below and a head at the top. They only have one pair of arms, but that aside their overall body shape is quite similar. And they have two sexes, like us." "Which sex is which?" asked Vrush. "They both look the same. Like Shennak females except less ... female." "Yes," said Kamog. "Their sexual differentiation is much less marked than ours. This is the female. You can see that she has breasts, albeit small ones, and a narrowing at the waist." "You call that a narrow waist?" asked Vrush in disgust. The alien female lacked the slender inward curve that a true female should have. "She looks like an immature male!" "Nonetheless, her waist is fractionally narrower than her hips," lectured Kamog. Vrush made a disgusted noise. "What's that on their heads?" asked Kai-El. "It seems to be a series of very fine filaments, long strands of fine fibrous tissue. Possibly its role is to insulate the brain-case; this is a cold world. It also seems to play an important part in sexual display, especially for the females. The species has an advanced cosmetics industry, and females are encouraged to dye their head-filaments different colors in order to attract more males." "Looking like that you can see why they need advanced cosmetics," said Vrush sourly. Kai-El gave him an angry look and he fell silent. They continued their analysis, gathering masses of data, until Kai-El declared that they had done all they could in an initial survey. They had overstayed their schedule already, and should report back home. Besides, Kai-El's seed pouches were bulging and he needed his wife to relieve them for him. When he returned he would be the hero of the hour, which would no doubt increase her desire to even more frenzied levels than usual. There might be some female journalists as well, willing to bend over in return for promises of exclusive interviews. Kai-El would break those promises, of course, but the females wouldn't mind too much. Every Shennak female loved to have a heroic explorer inside her. Vrush went through the pre-jump checks hurriedly, eager to get home and meet females who would adore him for his achievements. "Checks complete, Captain," he said when it was done. "Initiate jump," said Kai-El. Vrush worked the controls. Nothing happened for a moment, then the ship shuddered. "What happened? What happened?" demanded Kai-El insistently. "We haven't jumped," said Science Officer Kamog with his usual calm despite the disturbing turn of events. "Still in the target system." "Vrush!" snapped Kai-El, angry and brimming over with unspent seed. "Why haven't we jumped?" Vrush answered with a moan of despair. "We won't be jumping anywhere," he wailed mournfully. Kai-El and Kamog came over to his station. There was a heated argument about what was wrong and how to fix it. The jump drive had failed disastrously, ripping itself apart. After a long and detailed technical explanation, Vrush finally managed to convince the other two that there was no way they could ever repair this out here. It would need a shipyard and a list of parts longer than Kai-El's primary arm, parts they didn't have. "Stuck here!" shouted Kai-El, snapping his claws at the vacuum beyond the hull in anger and frustration. "I'll never have sex again! My seed pouches are going to burst!" "Not--not necessarily," said Vrush uncertainly. "What?" said the other two simultaneously. "There's a planet in this system with millions of females on," said Vrush. "But--but they're an alien species!" cried Kai-El in horror. "Before we jumped you said they were so ugly they needed all the cosmetics they could get," said Kamog. "True--yes--I did say that," said Vrush. "But, but that was before I was marooned here. Now it's a matter of taking what we can get." "There are some that look a bit more like our females," said Kamog. "What?" shouted Kai-El and Vrush together. "The pictures I showed you, they were typical physiques. But there are extremes, as with any species." "Show us," said Kai-El urgently. Kamog went to his station. A hologram appeared, a female of this system's native species with pale yellowish skin. She was an unappetizing thing, hardly any breasts at all and skinny in the thighs. "This is the sub-species whose coloring is most similar to ours," explained Kamog. "But the external female characteristics are poorly developed." "Forget the coloring!" shouted Vrush in annoyance. "Let's see one with the right shape!" With the hands of his secondary arms he made an hourglass shape in the air like the figure of a Shennak female. The yellowish hologram disappeared and was replaced by two, side by side. One was a dark brown and the other a pale pink. Both had well-grown breasts and thighs--or at least well-grown compared to anything else Kai-El had seen so far. "These are two other sub-species," Kamog went on in his lecturing voice, unperturbed by Vrush's shouting. "I'm now scanning through images available on their public information network." One by one, rectangular two-dimensional images appeared in the air, showing females with narrow waists, full breasts and well-curved thighs. "There are millions of these images available for view," he said. "These are the closest the computer can find to the search criteria I gave it." "Some of those females are real lookers!" said Vrush enthusiastically. The others looked at him. "By the standards of their species, I mean. Obviously I'd prefer a Shennak if I could..." "There's something odd about these pictures," said Kai-El. "There are two different types of picture quality. Look at these." He picked out four images. "These look wrong, somehow ... not natural." Kamog worked at his station for a short while. "Oh. Oh dear," he said. "What?" asked Vrush in tones of trepidation. "Those ones appear to be ... artificial." "Artificial females?" asked Vrush. "They have artificial females?" "No, artificial images," said Kamog. "Drawn by an artist. I'll screen those out." The most lusciously well-developed and beautiful females disappeared. Vrush wailed. "You tempt me with these beauties and then--and then you tell me they're just fantasies created by some lust-mad male?" "I'm afraid so," said Kamog. "It appears to be a well-established art style, called ... Manga. Interestingly it appears to originate among the sub-species with the least well-developed females..." "I don't care where it developed!" shouted Vrush. "Don't torment me like this! Don't dangle the fruit in front of me and then tell me it's all an illusion once I've started to salivate!" "It was an honest mistake--" started Kamog, but Vrush cut him of with a cry of incoherent anger. "Alright, calm down," shouted Kai-El. "Now that you've screened out the artificial images, show us the best you can find." Several more images of local females appeared. While not having the ample delights of the Manga pictures, there were some who made Kai-El's groin cavity start to open in his current state of aching need. "Vrush," he said. "I want a full report on the status of Sulphur River. Everything. I don't want anything else to fall apart the first time we try to use it. Drives, defenses and stealth systems in particular. Kamog. You will come up with a plan to get native females. I want to know where they are, how to get access to them, and the practicalities of getting them to bend over once we're with them. Mating behavior. Make yourself an expert on their practices. I will look into their xenophobic and violent ways, try to come up with an assessment of what we might have to face down there." * * * *"I have identified a target location," Kamog began his report. "It is in an area where the two sub-species with the most developed feminine characteristics can be found. Among the natives of this area, there are females who will copulate with strangers for payment. I have identified a specific site ideal for our needs. It is a complex where such business activities are transacted, in an isolated location away from the large population centers. And it appears to specialize in unusually voluptuous females. Its name means "The Big Mother's Farm for Love Animals" in the local language." Vrush made a sound of lascivious amusement when he heard that. Ignoring this crude interruption, Kamog went on with his report. "It appears that the most valuable commodity in their economy is a stimulant. I have obtained its molecular structure from their public data network, and it's a carbon-oxygen compound which we can easily synthesize. I suggest that we visit this "farm" and offer this stimulant in return for the services which they provide." "What about their xenophobia?" asked Vrush. "These creatures have a strong xenophobic streak," said Captain Kai-El, "but their greed for personal wealth is if anything stronger still. And they are very fond of chemical stimulants. Kamog's plan seems excellent to me." "Now we turn to mating practices," said Kamog. A new hologram appeared. "This diagram shows the internal workings of the native female, as regards reproductive organs," he went on. "There are significant differences. Where Shennak females have a single orifice for excretion and sexual coupling, native females have two." "Two sexual orifices?" blurted Vrush. "No," said Kamog. "Both orifices are excretory, but only one is sexual." On the hologram, two channels inside the female's lower body were highlighted. "As you can see, one orifice is in approximately the same place as the single orifice which our females possess, between the buttocks. The other is lower down, or further forward to be strictly accurate. The lower or front orifice is the sexual one, and the one whose position corresponds to the orifice of a Shennak female is simply for excretion." The hologram disappeared, replaced by a two-dimensional image. It showed a native female lying on her back on a flat table of some kind, with her buttocks projecting off the end into space, her legs up in the air and open. Beyond her stood a native male, a tiny pink phallus projecting from his groin. "Their public data network is full of visual material like this, fortunately for us," said Kamog. "This illustrates what I hesitantly label the normal mating practice of these natives." "Why hesitantly?" asked Kai-El. "I will come to that shortly," said Kamog. The image started to move. The male put the tip of his phallus between the female's legs, touching a region of convoluted pink folds. "That is the front orifice," said Kamog. "Now he enters, and thrusts repeatedly. Note the female's agitation. When sexually roused they tend to writhe, as ours do." The moving image was replaced by another, again with a female on her back but this time with a male on top of her. "To pin the writhing female down, the male often lies on top of her, as shown here," said Kamog. "The same entry is being used, though it cannot be seen in this image. "As I said, I hesitantly label that normal practice. That orifice is the only one leading to the reproductive chamber, so unless I am grossly mistaken this is the only conjunction that can result in impregnation. The reason for my hesitance is that the native females are also frequently portrayed being entered in the rear orifice." The image in the air changed again, this time showing the familiar mating position which they all knew: the female was kneeling, bent forward, with the male thrusting into her from behind. "That's more like it," said Vrush. "I'm not sure I could manage that position with the male on top." "Since this appears to lack reproductive function, I can only assume that it is done for pleasure only," said Kamog. "The same is true of phallic entry into the female's mouth." "Into her mouth?" cried Vrush in disbelief. "You mean they bite? But wouldn't that damage the male's organ?" "These creatures do not have hard mouth-parts like ours," said Kamog. They lack a hard face-plate. Their faces have soft tissue on the outside, and their mouth-parts mostly consist of soft tissue." The image changed again, showing a human female kneeling before a male with his phallus standing proud--if the term "proud" could be used for something that small. She opened her mouth, put it to the tip of his rod and let it enter her. Then she started to jerk her head back and forth. "Note how the motion of her head simulates the thrusting action of coitus," observed Kamog. At Big Momma's Love Ranch, Hank leaned on the bar. It was a quiet night. Several of the girls were sitting around looking bored. He looked up as something odd caught his eye. In the middle of the room, vague dark shapes were forming. In a moment they solidified into three creatures of horror, giant brown and yellow things with huge claws. The girls went wild, screaming their heads off, some diving for cover and others running for the door or the stairs. "We have cocaine," boomed a strange, artificial-sounding voice from nowhere. "We want women. We will give you cocaine for women." "Goddamn alien crack-head monsters!" shouted Hank. He grabbed the shotgun from under the counter and started pumping out buckshot toward the invaders. "You ain't having our girls, y'hear? Get your freak asses out of my place!" The creatures started to turn this way and that in apparent confusion, babbling in some hellish alien language. Hank pumped the last cartridge into the breach and fired. The buckshot seemed to bounce harmlessly off the empty air in front of the monsters. He dropped the gun, cursing, and pulled out his Magnum. As he unloaded the deafening roar filled the room, but the Magnum had no more effect than the shotgun had. Then, as quickly as they had come, the aliens disappeared. "I'll show you, you alien bastards!" shouted Hank in triumph. "Don't come back to Texas no more! There ain't nothing for your kind here!" The younger barman, Richie, was standing, gaping open-mouthed. "Dude," he said, "Those things offered you drugs for girls and you said no." Hank turned to him angrily. "Richie, you oughta stop shoving that shit up your nose and grow yourself some brains. You can't let monsters from outer space come here and start touching Earth ladies. It just ain't right! Let 'em get a foot in the door and it won't just be three, there's gonna be millions of the bastards coming over, taking our women and our jobs--next thing you know they'll be taking over!" "It seems I underestimated their xenophobia," said Kai-El after they had appeared back aboard Sulphur River. "It's a good thing our personal shields worked better than the jump drive did." * * * *"Captain," said Kamog. "I think I may have found something ... interesting." Kai-El and Vrush turned to look at him. "This is a very curious item from the humans' public information network. It appears to be a collection of writings in which native females describe their fantasies of being taken by beings from outside their stellar system. This collection of texts was set up by a female called Jandru, but it seems that other females from across the planet have contributed fictional stories in which they are carried off by predatory being and used in various ways." "Various ways?" asked Vrush, his voice betraying a keen interest. "You recall how human females accept entry into three orifices," said Kamog. "The stories in this collection involve outsiders of many physical forms entering those orifices with a variety of organs. Restraint of the female is also a prevalent theme. Let me show you. Some of Jandru's stories are illustrated. It appears that she is skilled in the artistic style called Manga." A series of two-dimensional images appeared in the air. Each showed a native female of the voluptuous proportions that made their frustrated groin cavities start to open: lush, swelling breasts and hips, with a narrow waist. Each illustration appeared to show the same female, as she had the same dimensions in each and the same coloration: skin a pale pink, head appendages bright red. In each illustration she was depicted held by the limbs and splayed open, either bound on some device of restraint or clutched in the grip of her captors. And in each illustration, beings of many shapes were filling at least one of her orifices with a phallus, a tentacle, a weapon, or something less readily recognizable. "This is the artistic output of a native female?" asked Kai-El in disbelief. "It claims to be Jandru's artistic representation of herself, depicted in scenes from the fantasies she has written and published." "But surely," objected Kai-El, "given their xenophobia, their hatred of outsiders, such things must revolt them." "I am no expert on their psychology," said Kamog. "I can only surmise that their obsession with intruding outsiders develops according to an inverted course in some individuals, producing desire instead of loathing. Presumably such individuals are rare, and would be regarded as abnormal by the mainstream." "What you're saying is that these ... abnormal females want to be carried off by intruders and used as sexual objects?" asked Vrush. "So it appears. At least, those are fantasies which they hold." "Right!" cried out Vrush joyously. "Let's give them what they want! Let's abduct some females!" "Vrush!" said the Captain in shock. "We can't just carry off females without their consent! We are supposed to be civilized beings!" "They make it clear that they want it," said Vrush. "They've published this on their data network. They're asking for it!" "We can't take them without at least asking permission first," said Kai-El sternly.
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