4. ALICE

ALICE

I was still walking on clouds when I was taken into a smaller space with my captors. They buckled me into a comfortable seat, and I dozed for a few moments. My memory was still fuzzy about this, but I remembered looking out a window now and then and seeing the stars. So beautiful.

A planet, the likes I had never seen before, came into view next. It looked humongous, bigger than Earth—which I later learned it was. The planet shimmered violet like a marble, but before we entered the atmosphere, I blacked out again. Only coming back to when my captors unbuckled and hoisted me unceremoniously to my feet.

I tried to keep pace with them, but more often than not, it was their hands under my arms that dragged me along, then my feet moving. It was hard now to describe my impressions from back then because they came so out of focus and infrequently and now intermingled with the images of what had become my home.

Blue aliens stared at us as we moved by. I did remember that, because, blue aliens? Weren't they supposed to be green? I must have giggled, thinking about the green men from Mars.

Only when we came upon two large doors that seemed to have been forged from gold and were surrounded by ten stern-faced guards did I start to fight to regain my wits. This wasn't a dream; this wasn't some kind of trip, and I wasn't walking on clouds. I was being taken to some alien as a sex slave or something equally horrible. Wake up, wake up, wake up, I shouted at myself.

The doors opened as if by magic, and the aliens pulled me inside. My gaze immediately homed in on him. No matter how large the room we had entered was, he was such a powerful presence. He dominated it.

He, too, was blue. Tall and muscular in a way that seemed impossible. Nobody could be that ripped. Not even the muscle men on weight lifter magazines my brother used to have lying around before… before… no matter how hard I tried, my mind wouldn't focus. A feeling of not wanting to think of my brother overpowered me and I scrutinized the stranger, alien, again.

His face appeared almost harsh. There was a withdrawn hint to it, that I even caught in my muddled mind. Withdrawn as if he had made choices he'd rather not remember but would make again if he was forced to. Withdrawn as in not letting anybody in.

My eyes fell on his fangs, and I realized I really, really needed to get a hold of myself. Was he a vampire? Was he going to suck me dry and discard my body with the many others he surely must have killed? A shudder of fear rolled through me, and I let go of what reality I was trying to cling to in my drugged mind, because walking on clouds seemed much more appealing than facing what would happen next.

I would much rather die in a fantasy or drugged state than stare it sober in the face.

The blue alien and the others exchanged words I understood but didn't register, and then we were alone.

I physically felt his hot gaze drift over my body from head to toe. Would he ravish me before he drained me of my blood? Being ravished by him didn't sound that bad, and frankly, if I had to die, I didn't mind fucking this man first.

Thankfully, my mind was so far gone that the words died, and being taken by this alien didn't really hold any terrifying meaning to me; they were just words in those moments like sun or flower. I lacked all comprehension of repercussions and consequences.

He was so close now I could have easily touched him. Orange eyes bored into me with keen interest. He said something, but again, my mind refused to fuse the words together to make any kind of sense to me.

By its own accord, my hand lifted, driven by a sudden urge to feel his skin—his so very blue skin. I had to reach high, to touch my palm to his chiseled cheeks—he was so much taller than me, more than a head. Once my fingers touched his skin, every cell of my hand became alive.

"You are so handsome." In my mind, those words came out clear, but Zayden later told me that they were slurred and addled.

"You are very beautiful yourself," he replied in a deep voice that was warm, like a caress.

His hands rose. So large, I marveled as they blurred in and out of focus. Both of them encircled my waist, his fingers spread, encompassing all of my stomach and most of my back. His thumbs brushed up against the material holding my tits up. In response, my nipples puckered.

No man had ever touched me like this. Like… as if he owned me. I knew that thought should have sobered me, like so many others before, but it didn't. Instead, I let myself fall deeper and deeper into whatever drug they had given me, escaping into a world where everything became only sensations.

And the sensations he rose in me were nothing short of spectacular, even though he had barely touched me yet.

His pinky fingers—a word that elicited a slight giggle because his pinky was larger than my thumb—played with the material of my skirt over my hips. Windshield wipering my flesh that instantly broke out in goosebumps of pleasure.

With a sudden flick, the skirt ripped and fell to the ground, followed by my bra-thing. He let go of me and stepped back. I swayed slightly under his hot gaze, only barely aware of my nakedness.

"You are so incredibly beautiful," he groaned and took one large step forward, crushing me against his naked chest—why was his torso naked? That thought, too, only fluttered through my mind, drowned out the moment my tits and nipples were pressed against his hard abs—rock hard abs.

His hand reached for my hair and pulled so I was forced to lift my head. Hard lips crashed down on me, and with a small whimper, I opened my lips to let his tongue in. Yes, I thought, yes, ravish me. Deep down I wanted him more than I had ever wanted to be fucked before, but the way he was holding me took all choices from me, so I didn't have to hold myself accountable for whatever happened next.

And I wanted next to happen, I did. My pussy was already becoming slick just from his touches and the way his tongue dominated mine. Large hands took hold of my tits, kneading them almost painfully, making me cry out with so much lust I nearly came.

My body responded to him as if it had been made for him. My mind tried to object, but it was caught in a fog of passion and drugs and didn't stand a chance. Not until Zayden turned me around and folded me over a tall, narrow table after wiping whatever stood on it down to the floor. The sound of metal hitting rock and glass breaking echoed in my head.

His hand moved between my legs, eliciting a keening sound from me as his fingers moved over my clit, spread my juices around, and entered my hole. It was when I felt the large head of his cock by my entrance that my mind finally succeeded in breaking through to me.

"No!" I screamed, writhing underneath him, twisting. "No!" I didn't want this. I didn't want this alien to fuck me, no matter what my body said. For some reason, it was of the utmost importance to me to make him know that. Whatever happened next, I wanted him to know that I said No!