3. Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Astra

I thought that being kidnapped by aliens and tossed into a cell was the worst that could happen to me. Once again, I was wrong.

The gray freaks drag me to a large white room that looks like a laboratory, and strap me to a table. I'm so beyond frightened out of my mind, I start screaming.

Annoyed, the aliens wrap something cold around my neck and click it shut. A split second later, pain flares through my body, all of my nerve endings firing up at once. I scream until I run out of breath, then silently writhe in the restraints until the alien lowers his remote.

Is this what they've been doing to the other creatures in the cells? How fucking barbaric!

I open my mouth to give them a piece of my mind, then snap it shut at the alien's warning glare. Right. I'm being stupid. I'm supposed to be quiet and invisible. Too bad that just isn't me. Too often, my big mouth and impulsive nature have gotten me into trouble and I fear it won't be much better here.

The aliens I've assumed to be guards step out of the room, replaced by another gray alien. This one's easily recognizable thanks to a white lab coat covering his overalls.

I shudder in fear. A lab coat can't mean anything good.

Perhaps it's not a lab coat, I try to soothe myself. Perhaps it's the alien version of a bathrobe?

The alien grabs a device from a nearby table, bringing it to my arm. A sudden sharp flare of pain has me crying out in shock.

Nope, not a bathrobe. He's definitely wearing a lab coat. I'm in the hands of a mad alien scientist with no way to defend myself or communicate with him. Talk about fucked-up! I can honestly say that I definitely hate Mondays more than that stupid orange cartoon cat!

Another scientist joins the first one, waving a strange scanner over me while casually chatting to his colleague. I don't know what he's doing, but at least it doesn't hurt, so I'll take it.

I try very hard not to think about what kinds of radiation this thing might be emitting. I might not have finished high school, but I know that radiation is bad for humans. Isn't that why the X-ray techs always hide in the other room while you're getting scanned?

The first device beeps. The alien sets it down and grabs another one, talking the entire time. The other scientist appears to be busy taking notes, typing them into some fancy computer station.

Are they studying me? Are they going to dissect me like a fucking frog? I understand their curiosity about another species, but dammit, I'm not a fucking animal!

I try talking to them again but I'm only rewarded by more pain. After that, I keep my mouth shut, even though I want to scream in outrage as they remove my clothes and begin examining me. They poke my ears, mouth, even my nostrils. They scan and measure my boobs and study my nipples for an embarrassingly long time before moving on to even more embarrassing parts of my body.

I close my eyes as they poke and prod around my vagina. I'm helpless to stop the tears, but I manage to keep quiet. It feels like hours pass while they study my most intimate areas, scanning, measuring, and even inserting some tools inside me. It's not painful, just incredibly humiliating, and I have to bite down hard on my lower lip not to scream at them again.

At least they don't seem aroused. There are no bulges forming under their overalls or any other signs of them being affected by my body sexually. In fact, there doesn't seem to be anything at all between their legs., It's as if they were alien Ken dolls. Then again, what do I know? Perhaps they have their appendages hidden somewhere else.

When they're done with my vagina, they spend a few minutes prodding my back hole, something I fervently wish to forget about. Fortunately, my asshole doesn't seem to intrigue them nearly as much as my pussy does. Small blessings, right?

They allow me to dress when they're done and I can honestly say, I've never been happier to put on the flimsy, Round Joint-approved shorts and bra top. Anything is better than being naked.

The scientists ignore me as I dress. They chat, excited as if they've just discovered a rare butterfly inside my vagina and are about to be awarded an alien Nobel prize. Assholes.

I notice the collar remote lying atop one counter. If I could snatch it, perhaps I could figure out how to take the damned thing off. But if they catch me red-handed, they'll punish me. I'm not a huge fan of pain—who is?—but it might be worth it.

Torn by indecision, I miss my moment. The guards arrive and grab my arms, leading me out of the room. I throw one last look at the remote, cursing myself for not moving faster. Next time, I'll definitely steal it. I'd like to think there won't be a next time with these probing jerks, but based on their excitement, I'm sure I'll be strapped to their torture table again soon enough.

I stumble as they shove me into my cell. "What the fuck did you do that for?!" I yell, unable to keep quiet anymore. "Do you get off on hurting people, you fucking jerks?!"

Pain shoots through me, bringing me down to my knees. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Should have kept my mouth shut.

I want to scream and wail and beg for mercy, but I don't want to give them the satisfaction. I suffer in silence, tears streaming down my face and the coppery taste of blood spreading through my mouth. I must have bitten the inside of my cheek, but the pain from that is lost to the agony caused by the fucking collar.

I slump on the floor when they deactivate the collar, gasping for air as I wipe up the drool and snot caused by the pain. "Assholes!" I whisper-shout when I'm certain they can't hear me. I was right, it seems. My mouth is going to get me into trouble.

I crawl into the far corner of my cell, hugging my knees and weeping like a baby. It's not fair. Why do terrible things keep happening to me?

Tareq

The lights flick on again and I hastily retreat into the back corner of my cell, pretending to be asleep. I hear the steady footsteps of my guard "buddies" Gamma and Omicron, easily recognizable by the way their sturdy boots click against the metal floor. There's a creature with them. One who's barefoot and being half walked, half carried into the empty cell on my right.

Still pretending to be asleep, I open my eyes a tiny crack.

My hearts skip a beat in my chest.

The new slave creature is beautiful. Odd and alien, but beautiful nonetheless. A female, judging by the breasts poking out of her chest, barely covered by a tiny piece of black cloth. Her mane of hair is red, falling down past her shoulders. Her curves are most intriguing and as I follow the rich flare of her hips, my cock stirs to life.

I grit my teeth, willing the stupid thing to go down. It has terrible timing. I need to stay focused, not to let primitive alien lifeforms distract me.

The female looks anything but primitive, though. As the guards toss her into the cell, she whimpers before immediately getting to her feet and glaring at them. She places her hands on her hips, drawing my attention back to them. Her pants are rather minimalistic, tightly hugging her firm, round buttocks before ending right beneath the cheeks, leaving her legs bare. I assume she comes from a warm location where they don't need much clothing.

She yells at the guards in a melodic language, which is an exceptionally stupid move. Perhaps her species isn't as intelligent as I'd suspected.

Gamma pulls out the collar remote, punishing her. She falls to her knees, her fists clenched, her teeth grinding together so hard I'm worried they'll shatter. Still, she doesn't make a single sound, glaring at the Genixarians with admirable determination.

I fight off the urge to spring to my feet and help her.

My natural instinct is to protect others. That's the main reason I joined the UGC peacekeeping force. I loathe injustice and I hate watching people suffer. The female's suffering is causing me pain, but there's nothing I can do. Anything I try would only make things worse for both of us.

When Gamma is finally satisfied, he deactivates the female's collar. "That should teach you to keep your mouth shut," he says before marching out of the cellblock.

The female hisses something after the Genixarian. To my ears, it sounds like "s'ole". I don't need to understand her language to recognize an insult. Fortunately, she keeps her voice down, which saves her from further suffering.

I watch as she cries in the corner of her cell. Should I try communicating with her? Despite stupidly provoking the guards, she seems to be intelligent. Perhaps the most intelligent creature here. She might be useful for my escape. However, I need to move slowly.

The species inhabiting the forbidden planets don't know there's life out in space. That information is only revealed to them once the UGC deems them advanced enough.

As far as I know, there's currently only one species anywhere near the point of being accepted by the UGC—humans from the planet designated as Sol-3, or Earth, as they call it. I think this female is human, but of course, I can't be certain.

Even though their technology is primitive, the humans have already managed to visit their planet's moon and built satellites and a space station in the orbit of their planet. They're close to being invited to the UGC, but as it stands, they're still deemed a primitive race and all ships are banned from entering their system.

This Genixarian ship, going by the wonderfully poetic name of GN-13 Cruiser 3Alpha-X, somehow bypassed the UGC's security measures, swooped over to Sol-3, and kidnapped this female. It means that this is her first time seeing aliens, and she now has the worst first impression possible. She's likely scared and confused.

My people, the Syndorans, are a peaceful race, but many find our features threatening. I'm sure that if I just jumped up and started talking to the female, she'd freak out and start screaming or crying, angering the guards again. Not to mention that we wouldn't understand each other, anyway.

I'm such an idiot for not having those extra languages downloaded into my translator nodes. A few hours of headache as my nodes update would be a small price to pay for being able to understand my fellow captives.

Well, there's no point in crying over a spilled plasma cartridge. I can berate myself later when all of these people and I are no longer in danger of being sold as slaves to some of the worst psychopaths in the galaxy.

I'll give the female time to adjust to her new situation. I'm not in a rush, anyway. The GN-13 Cruiser 3Alpha-X is currently cruising through hyperspace. Even if I escape now, I wouldn't be able to send a message to my squad. I need to bide my time, so I quietly observe the human female, hoping she won't notice my raging erection.