ALIEN ABDUCTION (Captured by Aliens) (13 page)

But there
was no response, except for louder snoring.

“Bastard!”
she fumed again.  It
was obvious that he was determined to tease her, and all she could do was stop
playing the game.  She lay down on the bed again, edging as far away from
Fallon as possible.

Then she
thought she heard soft laughter from across the room.  Damon.  They might as
well be one person—they both thought the same way.  She sat upright and glared
into the darkness.  “And
you
can just shut up
right now!
”

There was
silence at last.  Ebony lay down again, sighed deeply, and tried to sleep, but with
the unrequited ache in her sex, she didn’t have much hope that she would.  And
she be damned if she’d beg anyone to satisfy her itch.

***

The next
morning, Ebony slowly opened her eyes.  Without moving, she glanced to one side
to see if Fallon was still there--but she found that she had the entire bed to
herself.

She sat
up, shaking her head to try to wake up more fully.  “Guess I slept better than
I thought I would,” she muttered.  “Nothing like nearly drowning in cold black
water full of hungry monsters to cure insomnia.”

Ebony
took a deep breath, and then noticed that Damon was sitting on the edge of his
own bed.  He was bare chested and had the white sheet thrown over his lap.  She
pulled her own white bedsheet up over her chest.  “Fallon left you here?  Where’d
he go?  Or should I even ask?”

He said
nothing, but merely gazed at her.

And
I’ll bet you’re naked under that sheet,
she thought,
just as naked as I am. 
“Well,
I hope he’s gone to find out about this ransom thing.  When do you expect to
hear back from King Kore?  I realize you don’t exactly have cell phones in this
place, but hey, you never know--he might want us back.  And then you rebels
would have some money to put towards building a new life out here--if Kore and
his Zhala-riding soldiers don’t destroy all of you first.”

But Damon
only looked at her strangely and remained silent.

Suddenly
Ebony began to get worried.  “Y’all are going to give us back--aren’t you?  I
mean, getting kidnapped once was bad enough.  And as much as I despise the
harem, at least I get to see my sister and her family when I’m there.”

When he
only maintained his silence, her anger began to rise.  “Hey!  I’m about ready
for some straight answers around here!”

“You can
ask Fallon.  But it will be no use,” Damon said at last.  “You will learn your
fate at the same time as the rest of us.”

She
frowned at him, both in anger and in rising fear.  “What the hell are you
talking about?  I thought this was a simple kidnapping and ransom ploy!”  Ebony
got up from the bed, too angry to sit still, with the sheet half wrapped around
her and trailing on the floor.  “Those goddamned Gray Aliens were easier to
deal with than you men!  At least the Grays didn’t try to hide what they were
doing!”

Ebony sat
down on the edge of the bed and pulled on the soft leather ankle boots, still
fuming.  “We have to sit here and wait for Fallon to come back, don’t we?”

“Yes.”

“You’re
not going to let me out of here, are you?  Not even to see the other women?”

“No.”

“And
you’re not going to tell me why I’m still a prisoner in this place, even after
all I have been through without trying to escape?”

“No.”

“Wonderful.”
She gazed at Damon, and shook her head.  “All right.  There’s nothing else to
do.  So--“

He looked
closely at her, and started to sit up a little straighter.

“No, no!  Don’t
you men ever think about anything else?  I’m not talking about sex.  I want to
ask you another question.  Maybe you can ease some of the boredom around here
by telling me a few things.”

Damon
remained on the bed and remained silent, though he continued to look at her.

“Okay.  I’ll
take that as a ‘yes.’  So: I already know what happened to the women of this
planet.  Fallon explained it to me--about the virus and how it mutated and
killed all the females.  What I want to know is
why
you did it--why you
would take such a terrible risk.”  She shook her head.  “I know what Fallon
said, but Damon, what do
you
have to say about it?”

He shook
his head.  “Do you think we are crazy, Ebony?  Why would we deliberately bring
about our own destruction?  That was never our intention.”

“Then
what was--“

“The
intention was to render the men of the city sterile and get King Kore to meet
our terms.”

“And your
terms were, ‘Allow the people of this world to choose their own path, and not
be chained to their station in life just because of who they were born to.’ Am
I right?”

“That’s
right.  And once those antiquated laws were changed, we would give the king and
his physicians the antivirus.  The male sterility would be reversed and no harm
would have been done.”

“But like
most of the best-laid plans, this one went off the tracks.”

He looked
away.  “Yes.  It did.  Even with all the testing that our scientists did, they
did not allow for a possible mutation.  They couldn’t have known that its real
effect would be to spread to all the females of breeding age or younger and
kill every last one of them.  When the scientists--ours and Kore’s--finally
discovered what it was doing and sent the antivirus to treat the men, all of
the women had been infected and couldn’t be cured.”

“Yes.  I
know.  Fallon told me all that.  I guess you’re telling me that you both have
the same story, so maybe I can believe it.”  Ebony shook her head.  “I’ve seen
some terrible things in my life--back on my own world--but all of you take the
cake.”

She
looked around helplessly.  “I don’t know what to say except I’m sorry.  I don’t
think you meant to hurt anyone.  I guess you thought you were making your world
a better place.  But, man, you gotta be careful with stuff like viruses.  That
shit’s got a mind of its own.”

“But
there is more,” Damon said.

“More?”  Ebony
frowned, and shifted about uneasily on the bed.  “What more could there be?”

“We
should make amends for what we have done.  We should right the wrong we have
done.  But we cannot make up for the deaths of millions of women, however
unintentional those deaths were.”

He closed
his eyes.  “What you do not understand, Ebony, is that our guilt in this matter
makes us--makes us all want to die.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“Die?”

Ebony
tried to study his face, and see his large brown eyes, but he only looked away. 
“How can your dying make anything better?  How can you fix anything if you’re
dead?”

He
ignored her words.  “Fallon suffers the most.  He was the one who gave the
final order to release the virus.”

“But he
jokes around sometimes, and seems to want to live,” she said.  “Just last
night, after saving me from drowning in that pit, he teased me and tried to
make me laugh.  Why would he--“

“His true
self comes through at times.  You are one who makes him forget his pain, and we
see small glimpses of how he used to be.  But he--and all of us--live forever
consumed by guilt.  None of us can accept what we’ve done.  We could never
justify it, no matter how much we intended to do good.”

“Damon--“

He only
hung his head into his hands.  His long hair fell down over his wrists.  “We do
all deserve to die,” he whispered.  “We should let death take us away, and take
our guilt with it.  But, even with as guilty as we feel, we cannot bring
ourselves to do the honorable thing and end our own lives.  The pull of life is
too strong--even a life lived in guilt and pain and regret.  Perhaps that is
our fate as cowards and murderers.”

“So,”
Ebony said slowly, “what I’m hearing is that you don’t want to live because of
the guilt, but you can’t bring yourselves to die, either.  What will you do?  Live
in limbo until you all simply die of old age?”

He
started to answer, and then stopped, and then tried again.  “I don’t know,” he
whispered.  “Right now, none of us knows for sure.”

His pain
was so genuine, and he seemed so tortured inside, that Ebony felt compelled to
offer him some comfort.  “Look, it’s over now,” she said softly, and stood up
from the edge of the bed.  “I’m here, and all my harem sisters are here.  We’re
all women, and we’re alive, and the virus is gone.  That antivirus worked.  We’re
fine.  Nothing you did can hurt us, or any woman, anymore.”

Ebony
pulled the long white sheet a little closer around her and walked over to where
he sat on the bed.  She stood close to him and put her arms around his
shoulders.  “It’s all right now,” she said.  “You may as well live.  Nothing
will be helped by your being dead.”  She rested her cheek on the top of his
head for just a moment.

He
reached up and returned her embrace--but then his arms tightened around her and
he pulled her down onto the bed, kissing her and kissing her.  There was
desperation in his kiss, hunger and need.

Well, she
might have known something like this would happen--sex could be a comfort as
well as a release….

Damon
pressed her backward until her lay on top of her, still kissing her breasts and
throat and mouth.  Then she realized that he was murmuring something.

“No
women,” he whispered.  “All dead, and at our own hands--no women at all, until
now--until you--now there is life, and warmth, and softness, and there will be
life again…”

There
would be no stopping him now.  He threw off the sheet and, indeed, was quite
naked--and quite ready for her.

Ebony
gave a little gasp to see him in all his glory before her.  She didn’t get a
long look before he covered her with his massive body, molding the tight, hard
muscles to the softness of her curves.  Her belly felt imprinted by the ridge
of his sex, digging into the crease between her hip and groin.

Though
his entire body was rigid with desire, he kissed her quite tenderly and kept
himself under control--even though she could feel his passion rising with each
passing second and his control would not last for long--and Ebony found she
simply could not refuse him, not in the midst of this sort of pain.

Why she felt
it was her duty to soothe him, she didn’t know, but she couldn’t stand seeing
another person suffer when she could do something about it.

Opening
her mouth against his full, sensuous lips, she kissed him back, feeling her
body ignite under the onslaught of his heated return.  His tongue felt like
molten lava, branding the inside of her mouth.  He raised himself up and pulled
the sheet off of her body so that nothing stood between them.

She
hadn’t realized how much of a barrier the sheet was until his skin touched her
skin.  Black and white didn’t matter except it raised her erogenous zones
twentyfold to see his lighter limbs tangling against hers.  He seemed to be
burning from the inside out.  Her skin felt melted against his, consuming her
in a conflagration of desire that stunned her.

He pulled
her close to him, kissing her as passionately as any man ever had.

Damon
groped her breasts, pinching her nipples until they formed hard peaks, and then
his mouth followed his hands.

She
arched back against the small bed when his teeth dragged across the distended
tip.  He moved to nuzzle the valley of her chest, one hand skating down her
stomach to touch the top of her slit and dragging a long moan from deep in her
throat.

He
groaned against her chest, hot breath scorching her skin.

Her
pulsed beat erratically, forcing blood to flood her clit as it waited patiently
for the probe of his finger.  When he broke through his reserve and slipped his
hand down to encounter her slippery button, she closed her thighs on his hand,
trapping him against her sex.

Damon
gave her a quizzical look and experimentally touched her clit again, igniting
riotous sensation in the bundle of nerves.

From the
way they reacted, it was pretty obvious that the delightful part of her body
was not the norm for their women, not that it made any difference to her.  She
was enjoying his experimentation with her clit too much to think beyond her own
experience.

“Oh!” she
cried when he began rubbing it faster and faster.

He chewed
a nibbling path up her throat, releasing her sex as he rose above her.

With one
knee he pushed her legs apart and then entered her forcefully, letting out his
breath as he did so in something like relief and joy.

Ebony
thrust her hips up off the bed, taking in every inch he had to give her.  She
wrapped one leg around his firm buttocks, reveling in the movement of his
backside as he pinned her to the bed.

Her hands
seemed to possess a mind of their own—one tangling in his hair while the other
enjoyed the flex of his bicep.  His hair was just as silky as she remembered. 
She smiled, loving the thrusting grind of his hips bumping against her parted
folds, the drive of his cockhead ridging her g-spot with his strokes.

He dipped
his head close to her, smelling her throat, and she rubbed her cheek and the
corner of her mouth against his head.

It was
not long before the force of his thrusting brought him to climax, well before
Ebony could join him; but she only looked up at him with eyes that were soft
and wet as his breathing steadied and he rested his head on the pillow beside
her face. 

“I’d
forgotten it could be like that,” Ebony whispered.  “Something like love,
instead of just screwing.”

“But I am
not finished.  And neither are you,” he said, raising himself up again.  He got
to his knees, pulled Ebony up until she was on all fours, and mounted her from
behind, again pushing himself into her very strongly and thrusting as hard as
he dared.  Ebony braced herself with her arms so she would not be knocked
face-down, and tried to give back to him all the passion he was giving to her.

His cock
curved inside her slick passage, bumping and sliding against sensitive areas. 
Her pussy began the arduous, slow tightening that signaled her closing in on
orgasm.

Damon’s
sac smacked against her clit, teasing her.

“Touch
me,” she said on a gasp, pushing back against him.

“Where?”
he said, gripping her hips.  His hands were so large, she could feel they
spanned the width of her back.

She’d
never considered herself dainty, but the men here had a way of making a woman
feel petite and womanly.  Shoring up an arm, she reached back with her hand and
grabbed his wrist, jerking him to the spot she needed him most.

The
moment his hand landed home, his fingers plucked her clit, sending her over the
edge within seconds.

Ebony
jerked back against him, moaning uncontrollably as he wrung pleasure from her
body with his fingers and the thick glide of his cock.  Her sex grasped him,
driving him into his own orgasm.

He
collapsed on top of her and rolled, pulling her on top of his chest.

She
snuggled there a minute, breathing hard and feeling a wave of delightful
tingles all over her lower extremities as his rough hands smoothed against the
bare skin of her back.

It was
then she noticed his cock hardening again.

She shook
her head.  “Oh no you don’t,” she said.

“Oh yes,
I do.”

“I cry
mercy!”

He
grabbed the back of her head and brought her down for a hungry, drugging kiss. 
“None will be given,” he murmured.

Two times
more Damon took her, and only then did he seem to be spent--though Ebony knew
it was only temporary.  She lay beside him for a moment as both of them tried
to catch their breath, and then she slipped out of bed and picked up the sheet
to wrap around her again as she walked to the closet to get another towel and
washrag.

Ebony
spent a little time in the shower once again, luxuriating in the hot water and
soap, and then dried off once more and wrapped the towel around her so that she
could walk out of the shower room and into the sleeping quarters.

She’d
expected to see Damon asleep, or perhaps gone; but she found him with his pants
and shirt on and sitting up in the room’s only chair.  He seemed to be staring
out at nothing, and did not look at her as she approached him.

“Hey,”
she said, trying to look him in the eye.  “Hey.  What’s going on with you?”

He turned
his head very slowly to glance at her, but only looked away again.

She
sighed.  “Don’t worry.  I’m not falling in love with you or anything.  I guess
if I’m not flat-out being raped by that king of yours, I’m feeling pretty good
about it.  But that’s all it is.”

Ebony
started to turn back towards the closet to get the clean blue scrubs, but Damon
slapped his hand down on her wrist and held her fast.  “We should not have done
this,” he whispered.

“Well,
it’s a little late to worry about that now.”  She twisted her wrist away in an
effort to get loose--and to her surprise, he released her.  “Are you worried
about what Fallon would think?  I can’t imagine that he would care.  Besides,
where I come from this kind of thing is up to
me
as much as it is
you
. 
That means that
I
get to choose who I sleep with, the same as you do.  Got
it?”

Finally
he looked up at her with a very cold stare.  For a moment she felt a little disconcerted. 
Just how angry was he--and why?

“You are
not in the place where you come from, Ebony.  You are not on Earth.  And in
this place, things are very different.

“You have
already been claimed by Fallon--a man who is my brother-in-arms.  Punishment
awaits me.  There is no avoiding it.”

“Oh, for
fuck’s sake!”  Ebony rolled her eyes and walked back to sit down on the edge of
her own bed, adjusting the towel so that it covered most of her.  “The two of
you will have to work this out between yourselves.  I am not going to do it for
you.  Have at it.”