Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Fiona

S o far, this is unlike any sort of corporate kidnapping I've ever heard of, but what other explanation is there? I don't know anyone here well enough to anger them. Unless these are some sort of madmen who like to play doctor with their victims.

It doesn't explain the blue, though. That unfortunately brings other thoughts into my mind, thoughts that don't belong. Alien . As much as I try to keep it from popping up into my head, it slithers through my synapses, filling me with an odd sense of calm.

How is it I'd rather be at the mercy of aliens than corporate goons? I must have cracked for sure. That's the only rational explanation in a sea of irrationality. Looking over at the monitor again, I watch as the numbers climb.

This time, I can see well enough to know it's my heart rate. No doubt about it, now. 120. 130. 140. 150. Fook. Fook, fook, fook . My pulse has never been this high before. Watching the numbers only seems to make it climb faster.

Odd flutters zip up and down my body as my vision swims. Is something wrong with my eyes? All that thought does is make my pulse rise even higher until I'm shaking and gasping for breath.

The two men dash over to my side, their harsh, strident voices falling on deaf ears. A loud ringing is all I hear as my brain buzzes. My stomach flips as the room dips and sways. One more pinprick, and I'm free-floating back into that oblivion.

Off in the distance, I listen as the beeps start to slow. I turn my head, the movement languid and unhurried. By the time I'm looking at the screen, my pulse is back down to a reasonable rate.

With a soft sigh, I lie there as the other two move about. Now that blind panic no longer stirs up my emotions, I find I can think rationally again. Not that it's doing me any good.

I still can't make any sense of what's happening. Or maybe it's that I don't want to. Aliens kidnapping me or saboteurs kidnapping me. Neither prospect is one I wish to contemplate.

Blue blurs race about as they gather items I have no names for. I long to laugh, to allow the hysterical sound to leave my body, but I don't dare. The last thing I want is their attention turned back onto me as I process what's happening.

Unfortunately, the only thing I can come back to is alien. As preposterous as it sounds in my own head, nothing else makes sense. Why would someone trying to sabotage a security firm want to fix my vision?

More importantly, how would they have access to technology that's somehow better than LASIK? From my research, my eyes should start burning at some point, and yet, that's one area that feels no sort of discomfort.

What shocks me more than that, however, is the fact that my vision is perfect. Even better than what I remember as a teenager. In fact, I find that I can read the tiny print on a bottle all the way across the room.

Granted, I can't make out the words, seeing as they must be in some other language, but I can see the shapes and follow them with ease. LASIK can't do that. At least not the procedures I've studied up on.

As I understand it, it takes days, sometimes a month or so, for the eyes to adjust to twenty-twenty vision. Not like this. Not instant. But then that brings me back to why. It always comes back to why.

"Why?" I finally allow the question to leave my brain and flit through the air.

The two men stop what they're doing and look over at me, their faces gentle despite the harsh planes. "You must be more specific, little cow," the stranger I saw when I first opened my eyes murmurs.

Again, my brow furrows as my lips curl. "Let's start with that one. Why do you keep calling me cow? There is nothing cow like about me."

He chuckles and leaves the other, coming closer to me. "You are a bit on the skinnier side, but still as lovely as any human we've ever had on board. My systems show you have a higher rate of metabolism than others. We will have to keep an eye on that during the transition."

Any pleasure I might have found at his backhanded praise soon vanishes as I mull over the use of the word human. More and more, things add up to alien, and I'm not sure whether to be terrified, fascinated, or some odd melding of both.

"Why do you call me human?"

This time, it's his turn to frown. Pausing, he looks over at the other, his face mirroring the confusion. "Is that not what you are? We gathered you from Earth. You have no other markings, gills, or appendages that would mark you as from one of the various planets."

"So you are aliens then," I manage to whisper.

They remain silent, but nod, affirming what my brain and heart refuse to believe. The only thing keeping me calm right now is whatever they injected me with. Otherwise, I might just dissolve into a puddle of hysterics right there.

"We are from Icora. Light years past the planet you know as Pluto."

My lips turn down into a scowl. "Shows how much you know. According to our scientists, Pluto is no longer a planet."

He chuckles and shakes his head. "I never claimed they were intelligent."

Unease and fear give way as curiosity takes hold. Once more, I look around the space, but this time with a more intellectual mind. If I just allow myself to believe they're aliens, everything else makes sense.

Somehow, it calms me. Part of me always hoped we were never alone, but I never dreamed I'd see a celestial being face-to-face. My fingers flex as I reach out, remembering far too late that I'm restrained… and naked.

"Are you going to probe me?"

My question seems to catch the alien off guard, because the laugh that erupts from his lips bounces off the walls. "Is that your burning question, little cow? I thought you had something far more intellectual on your mind."

"What good is intellect if all thoughts flee while you stick a metal rod up my arse ?"

"Fair point." Again, he chuckles as he turns to the other alien and gathers some things. "I will be probing you, yes. But it will be like nothing you've ever seen on those so-called documentary trash shows you humans like to watch."

"Hey now," I bark out, straining against my bonds. "How do you know it's trash? Do you watch them too?" For some reason, I have the irrational need to defend my species from these accusations.

He crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow. "We intercept your transmissions on occasion. It's good to keep up with what Earth is consuming. It allows us to know your expectations."

"Well, I never expected blue," I grumble, turning my head to the side.

So many emotions swell through me, all tempered by the drugs keeping me lulled. This time, when he walks back over with the little wand, I'm excited to have him take away the effects. I want to actually feel everything coursing through me.

How sad would it be to go back to Earth and have experienced all this through a foggy lens? My fingers twitch as I rock back and forth, quivering in elation. The smile he gives me is indulgent, but I don't care.

"If I reverse the drug, will you be able to keep your heart rate down? I refuse to allow you to die on board this ship."

"Now that I know what you are, I should be able to handle it better."

He nods and pricks my neck. This time, when the emotions flood back in, the terror stays behind. I look over at the screen, watching my heart rate. Both of us study the numbers as they swell up for a moment before coming back down and evening out.

Something akin to relief passes over his face as he puts the tool down and walks back over to a metal tray. "This part of the procedure will be uncomfortable, but don't worry. Kanaes and I will ensure the transition is a pleasurable one."

"Transition?" The sound of that word is ominous to my ears. "You're just going to fuck my ass then send me home, right? Maybe rearrange my guts with your alien cocks then put me back to bed?" Horror shifts through me, making me rigid. "Oh. Oh God. You're not going to implant some egg into me that will have to eat its way out or burst from me, right?"

At the slight hysteria in my voice, the alien turns back to me, his lips thinned into a line of displeasure. "As I've said. Trash shows and films. Besides, the only aliens capable of such atrocities are located on the prison planets far away from Earth."

"Y- you're joking. Right? Tell me you're just kidding."

It's bad enough I have to come face to face with the fact that an alien being is about to fuck me. Being burdened with the knowledge that such horrific aliens exist is almost too much.

"I never joke about matters such as these. As for fucking your ass and rearranging your guts, I can certainly relay your anal fetish to your Rancher, but your inner organs will stay just as they are. We are not so reprehensible as all that."

Again, the urge to laugh beats at my chest, but it's not out of humor. Oh no. This goes way beyond that and into the realm of madness. "I don't mean rearrange my guts literally. It's an expression. You know, like fuck me, Daddy. Rearrange my guts with that massive cock of yours."

His brows furrow again as he looks over at Kanaes. The other alien does his best to smother a laugh, but is unable to hold it in.

"If you've looked over the transmissions regarding sexual intercourse, you will find all sorts of expressions. I can't fathom what half of them mean, but they're titillating to hear. Much like, ‘Help me, stepbrother. I'm stuck.'"

My eyes nearly bulge out of my sockets. "Porn? Are you talking about watching porn?" Somehow, I thought alien lifeforms would be above all of that, but it seems their needs might align with ours more than I originally thought.

Arousal swirls in my veins as I watch the two go back to work, their thoughts back on the task at hand and not some horny step siblings in compromising situations. Squirming on the table, I finally look at them with something other than either fear or curiosity.

Their broad shoulders fill the space, and yet, somehow, their movements are nimble and agile despite their massive size. Shiny suits stretch across taut muscles that bulge and ripple with every twitch. On Earth, I was lucky to catch a glimpse of a specimen as fine as one of them, but here, there are two waiting to pleasure me. At least, that's what the other alien promised.

"What's your name?" I manage to say as the arousal thickens my words.

He looms over me, his lips splitting into a wide grin. "And what would you do with it, little cow?"

"Scream it out in ecstasy?" The coy flirt feels foreign on my lips.

I'm no stranger to finding pleasure in a man's arms, but it always felt like an itch to be scratched, a mutual transaction. I never had to flirt. All I had to do was let a man do all the talking and sweep me up into his arms and into his bed. Now that I'm face to face with two hot aliens, I find I have no clue what's even expected of me.

"Nice offer, but that pleasure will not be mine. That will be your Rancher's. My name is Tirayasu, but to you, I will be referred to as Medical Rancher, as will Kanaes."

Rancher. Cow. My body chills as my brain tries to make sense of it all. I feel like there's a piece of the puzzle I'm missing, but nothing makes itself apparent. If only I were back at work.

I understand code and computers better than men. If I'm being honest, humans in general seem to escape me. Perhaps it's because I can read them with ease, and that makes them fallible in my eyes.

Try as I might, I can't seem to understand these aliens, and for the first time in a long time, I feel off-kilter. Nothing makes sense, and the more I try to make it make sense, the worse it becomes. All I can do is lie helpless on the table as he brings over a large syringe.

Before I can ask what it's for, he plunges it into my arm. The sting is immense, but no worse than all the vaccines I've gotten before traveling the world with my work. In fact, the burning feels almost familiar, almost like home.

Both bustle about, their movements hurried, frantic almost. Medical Rancher Tirayasu comes down toward the foot of the gurney and fiddles with something I'm unable to see. Soon, however, he spreads my legs wide, opening my pussy up to his hungry gaze.

I can't help the small moan that slips from my lips as he runs his fingers along my inner thighs. This shouldn't be a turn on. I should be out of my mind with fear. These aliens are going to rape me, and I'm just letting it happen.

Technically, they can't rape the willing. And I become more willing with the time that passes. My breaths come in haggard pants as fire races through my system, burning me from the inside out.

I'm vaguely aware of his hand pressing down against my mound as he digs the heel of his palm into my bladder. The rim of a glass grinds against my inner lips, but I can't seem to understand what is required of me. The pleasure rolling through me is far too great.

Soon, Medical Rancher Kanaes comes up to the head of the table and jerks my face toward his. "We need a urine sample. Pee."

It must be for their experiments. At least they're not impregnating me. Closing my eyes, I will the mortification to go away as I force myself to pee for these otherworldly beings. All of this is still so strange, but I can't deny the carnal need flowing through me as I empty myself into the glass.

Fook me, but if this ends up being a dream, I will need to have myself committed.