ALIEN ABDUCTION (Captured by Aliens) (17 page)

He began
to caress her, all of her, gently and warmly.  “I used to know how to show
physical love to a woman,” he murmured in her ear.  “Not just what you would
call ‘fucking,’ but love—warmth, comfort, even adoration.”

He bent
her backward slightly, kissing her throat and her chest.  “I am not my
brother,” he whispered.  “I promise, I will not leave you unsatisfied ever
again.  Come.  I will show you.”

Ebony
thought she would melt.  She closed her eyes and allowed him to support her,
lying back against the great strength in his arms.  “Yes.  Show me,” she
murmured to him.  “Show me what you’ve got...”

Fallon
lifted her up with one arm under her shoulders and one arm under her knees, and
then kissed her again as he cradled her against his chest.  He set her down on
the bed and helped her slide off the top of the blue scrubs, and then the
drawstring pants.  He sat down beside her on the edge of the mattress, gazing
down at her and smiling.

“I have
never seen a woman like you before,” Fallon said.  “Your dark color is so
striking, so warm, so very...different.”  He stroked her full breasts and ran
his fingers gently down her sides and along the outer reaches of her thighs.  “And
you are so strong, with such wonderful rounded curves.  Chalcydonian women
tended to be very smooth and pale, delicate, and tall.  There were none such as
you...”

He kissed
her again, and caressed every part of her--every inch--with his strong warm
fingertips, firing the nerves of her nipples and sending heat surging through
the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.  Her labia tickled with the seepage of
moisture from her sex, signaling that her body was readying for his entry.

Ebony
began to moan softly and arched her back as she lay on the mattress, wanting nothing
more than to pull him inside her and make him finish her off right then and
there. 

But he
still lay beside her fully clothed, and made no move to remove his shirt or his
pants.  He didn’t even unbuckle his heavy belt.  He only continued to stroke
her and caress her and tease her until she fairly burned with unquenched desire
and positively ached for fulfillment. 

Her skin
felt electrified by his touch.  Her breath came faster, in little pants.

A fine
sheen of sweat broke across her brow as she was lit from within by a needful
tension that had her clenching her thighs tight.

At last
she sat up a little and reached for the metal fasteners on the front of his
pants.  But before she could get them open and release him, the door to the
room opened.  She glanced up to see Damon walk into the room.

Fallon
sat up very straight and pushed her hand away.  The two men’s eyes locked
across the short distance and instantly Ebony could feel the extreme tension
between them.

She
raised herself up on her elbows.  These men were usually friends--as close as
brothers--and trusted each other as much as two comrades ever could.  Each of
them knew that the other had had sex with Ebony, and it had caused no trouble
between them.

Until
now.

Now Damon
had unexpectedly walked in on his friend and leader about to take a woman that
Damon himself had also taken.  Ebony was in a state of high arousal and these
two men were engaged in a staredown over her naked body.  Only one of them
could go first.

“Boys,”
she said quietly, hoping that she could calm them down before a fight broke out
between these two very large men in this very small room.  “We’ve got a little
time.  Why don’t we…”

They both
ignored her.  With their eyes locked and coldly staring, Fallon and Damon both
began slowly and deliberately pulling their clothes off.  First their shirts
fell to the floor, and then their belts, and finally their pants.

They
never took their eyes off of each other. 

Ebony
started to sit up, but Fallon pushed her back down with a firm hand on her
chest.  Still staring coldly at Damon, Fallon resumed his expert caressing and
stroking of Ebony.  She saw Damon clench and unclench his fists, and saw that
he was nearly shaking with desire, but he did not move.  The two men merely kept
their staring contest going, but the tension only ratcheted up and up.

Finally,
Ebony closed her eyes.  She could not make these two men do anything.  Right
now, she could only go along for the ride that Fallon was providing and was
only too happy to do so. 
Guys, you’re going to have to work this out for
yourselves...I’m busy right now!

At last,
as Ebony’s breathing became deeper and faster and she was right on the edge of
a climax, Fallon took his hand away.  “Go ahead, Damon,” he said, and it sounded
like his teeth were clenched.  “Finish her.  I give you permission.”

Permission?
 
But
her thought was interrupted by Damon suddenly appearing on the other side of
the bed and reaching for her free arm.  Fallon slapped down his own hand on
Damon’s wrist, reaching across Ebony’s naked body.  “I give you permission,”
Fallon said again, and slowly stood up.  Only then did he release Damon’s wrist
and step back.

In an
instant Damon seized her by the shoulders and mounted her.  Her legs spread
impossibly wide, making her hips ache as he buried his cock deep inside her wet
passage.

She
nearly arched off the bed at the unexpected strength of his thrust.

He
bottomed out, knocking against her womb with near bruising force.

Ebony
bucked against him, clutching his shoulders with white-knuckle pressure.

Damon
gritted his teeth and buried his face against her neck.  He pinned her against
the bed and pulled back, only to bury himself deep inside her pussy once more.

“Oh,
Damon!” she cried.

He held
her fast to the bed as he entered her again and again, each time nearly pulling
free, and then plunging hard and swift back into her.  His thrusts became
harder and harder, as if he was trying to outrun some demon that clung to his
back.

Had
Fallon not taken the time to warm her body up, she knew she’d be in agony right
now.  As it was, she was so close to orgasm she could almost touch it.

Her pussy
clutched his pulsing cock with every stroke, magnifying the tension knotting
her insides until her belly cramped.

She threw
her head back on the bed.

Ebony
cried out and then writhed beneath him in the hot throbbing release that she’d
been craving.  Pleasure tangled through her nerves and the knot in her stomach,
unraveling throughout her until only a lifeless puddle of blissful jelly
remained on the bed.   Almost as quickly, as if her desperately clutching sex
dragged him along with her, Damon reached his own climax and collapsed in
relief across Ebony’s chest.

His hot,
rapid breath tickled the hair clinging to her face.

She
shuddered and lay back in supreme contentment and closed her eyes, riding the
waves of sweet pleasure for as long as she could.  She could feel the pulsing
of Damon’s cock as his hardness dissipated under the onslaught of pleasure.

But she
did not have long to do wait to see what would happen next.  Fallon grabbed
Damon’s arm and pulled him off of her, throwing him to the floor on the other
side of the mattress.  Damon rolled and just as Damon stood up again, Fallon crawled
on top of Ebony, giving Damon a look as he slid between her parted legs,
dragged her feet up to prop on either side of his head in his hands and thrust
his cock into her.

Ebony had
almost lazily watched the two men, but the moment Fallon was inside her, she
cried out.  On his knees, with her legs and butt in the air, Ebony was
powerless to do anything but feel the brunt of his hard thrusting strokes.  He
forced her to feel every thick inch of him, over and over again until he pushed
her immediately into another shuddering climax.

The fact
that she’d come didn’t stop him.  Without withdrawing from her body, Fallon
leaned down, scooped her up against him, and got off the bed with her body
melded against his chest and belly.

Ebony
jerked, quivering like jello and biting her lip.  She clung to his chest,
nuzzling against him and smelling sandalwood and him and reveling in the feel
of his powerful arms moving her up and down on his cock.

The
shudders of her climax began to intensify, rising to bring her to another.

Behind
her, Damon closed the distance between them and plastered his body against
hers.  Above her, she could see Fallon’s grimly determined face, watching
Damon.  He gave a nod, and then Damon’s fingers were at her backside, gathering
her cream from her dripping pussy.

Fallon
held still a long moment, waiting for Damon to join them.  She sucked in a deep
breath, trembling to feel Damon’s cock pressing not at her ass, but at the same
hole Fallon already occupied.

She shook
her head, biting her lip, her nostrils flared as she tried to take in enough
breath to keep herself from suffocating in the crush of their big hard bodies
on each side of her.  Their skin heated her from the outside in, fingers
scorching every inch of her.

The
pressure of Damon’s cock moving where there was no room grew.  She felt the
tender edges of her vagina give, and then the popping feel of him invading her
body.

Ebony
moaned, arching her head back against Damon’s chest as he pushed deep inside
her.

Damon
grabbed her breasts from behind, pinching her nipples as Fallon kissed her neck
and jaw.

They
began a slow, torturous pushing and pulling of their cocks.  She could feel
everything, every vein and curve, the bulbous heads bumping and grinding
against her g-spot and places she didn’t realize she had.

Working
in unison, with complete silence, their movements alternated, until they moved
like a well-oiled piston driving inside her sopping wet pussy.  She couldn’t
seem to make enough moisture to ease the incredible tightness filling her.

And as
she felt the creep of her body striving for orgasm, she was beyond caring that
it almost hurt, but it felt so good.  Fallon continued to support her weight as
Damon stroked her breasts and then moved one hand to her trapped clit.

He
fingered her nub, rubbing it furiously as they pumped in and out of her,
ratcheting up the tension until it exploded inside her.

Ebony
screamed and moaned, unaware of what she was doing anymore as ecstasy
overloaded her senses.  Blackness hovered on the edge of her mind, and then
they joined her, coming inside her and washing her sex with thick, hot jets of
sperm.

Fallon
dropped her to the floor and dragged her down on the bed.  There was barely
enough room for the three of them, but they managed to squish her into a meat
sandwich.

Ebony
tried to calm the palpations of her heart and rapid breathing, quivering along
every nerve.

She
almost laughed. 
Wow...having two men dick-fight over you is...is...yeah!

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Ebony
blinked and caught a deep breath, and looked up at the ceiling as Fallon rolled
off the bed.  She should be getting up.  There was a long trip ahead of them
all tonight.  Maybe it would be a good idea to go and see the other women--make
sure they were ready--make sure none of them was too scared--

Then she
found herself grabbed by the ankles, flipped over, pulled into a kneeling
position, and stroked and caressed again.  She ducked her head to look behind
her and saw that it was Damon once more.  It only took a few moments to bring
out her desire again, and then he climbed over her from behind and thrust into
her harder and harder and harder until she reached another climax.

Ebony
remained on her knees, head down, as the waves of pleasure faded and Damon
allowed himself to slip out of her body.  She could hear his ragged breathing
as he pushed himself away from her.  But before she could move, she found
herself grabbed from behind again once more--it was Fallon again--and he kept
his word to never leave her unsatisfied.  With his hands and mouth and fingertips,
he stimulated her until she was once again at the edge of a climax--and then
did not hesitate to send her over the edge by entering her and pounding away
until she and Fallon were both riding the waves of each other’s orgasm.

Three
more times, the two men each took a turn with Ebony.  She knew that she could
have begged them to stop, but she did not, for she also realized that this was
a way of settling the tension between the two of them sharing one woman without
having it go to an all-out vicious fight.  One of them would lose that fight,
and she was well aware that neither man actually wanted that.  Both of these
strong and capable men would be sorely needed in this new city they were going
to. 

Finally,
both Damon and Fallon seemed to have had enough.  Fallon had been the last one
to mount and enter her, and after that last time Damon had made no move to try
again.  They slowly stood up and began reaching for their discarded clothes
while Ebony simply lay flat on her back on the bed and tried to catch her
breath.  She was light-headed and dizzy and feeling very silly...and then she
simply dozed off.

When she
woke up again, she found both men looking down at her.  They seemed puzzled.  Ebony
blinked, and tried to rouse herself, but only lay back on the mattress again
and began giggling.

“Why are
you laughing?” asked Fallon.

“Oh, my
God,” Ebony said, and giggled again.  “It’s like--it’s like I’m drunk!”

“Drunk?”
asked Damon. 

“Where
did you get alcohol in this place?” asked Fallon.  “Especially with all of us
leaving tonight.”

“Oh, no,
no, no, not that kind of drunk,” Ebony answered, still laughing.  She managed
to look up at them and saw the bewilderment on their faces.  “You see, guys,”
she began, “back on good ol’ Earth we have a name for this kind of thing.”

“A name,”
said Damon.

“Yeah.  It’s
called ‘dick drunk.’  Lovely term, don’t you think?”

“What?”
said Fallon.  “What are you talking about?”

Ebony
giggled again.  “I’ve heard of this sort of thing, but I wasn’t sure I believed
it...but boy, do I believe it now!”

“How does
a woman become drunk from--”

“From
screwing?”  She raised her head and looked at the two of them, and their
baffled expressions made her start laughing all over again.  “Well, my dears,”
she said, allowing her head to drop back onto the mattress again, “it’s not
just from any old screwing.  It’s from being brought to mind-blowing orgasm
multiple times.  Takes all the blood from the brain and re-routes it--elsewhere.”
 Slowly she rolled over onto her belly, and giggled some more.  “That’s why I’m
sooo dizzy.  That’s why this mattress keeps trying to turn over on me.  Boy,
have I ever been re-routed!”

Ebony
rolled over once again and allowed herself to slide down to the floor,
breathless with laughter.  “Okay, spaceship, take me away!  The way I feel
right now, I don’t care what
anybody
does with me!”

***

A few
hours later, after the most deeply relaxed sleep Ebony had ever had, she was
awakened by a knock at the door of the small room.  It was Damon, and he had a
heavy length of fabric over one arm.

“I’m
coming, I’m coming,” Ebony said with a yawn, and slowly sat up.  “I mean--not
right now, I’m not, because this evening was more than enough even for me--I
mean, I’ll be there in just a minute.”  She swung her feet down to the floor
and stood up, straightening her blue scrubs as she did.  “Wish I had something
a little nicer for the trip, but at least it’s not a see-through sari--hey!”

She
suddenly noticed that he had unfolded the fabric and was now holding it up for
her to see.  “What is
that?
” Ebony whispered, and could not help but
reach out and touch it.

“That is
a gown,” Damon said.  “A fine gown such as true ladies wear.  It is--”

Ebony
grabbed it out of his fingers, turned around, and held it up.  It was a simple
but beautifully made long, full gown that was fitted in the bodice and had long
sleeves and a long, full skirt.  The material seemed to be something between
pure silk and the finest wool and was in a lovely deep cobalt blue color.  And
it was
heavy
--no see-through fabric here!

“And it’s
for me, right?” she said to Damon.  “Please tell me it’s for me.  Because if it
isn’t, I may just have to fight you for it.”

Damon
laughed a little.  “Yes, Ebony, it is for you.  All of the women are getting
one.  We had them specially made for your comfort on the trip, and for the
place where we are going.”

She held
it against her body, marveling at the perfect length, and then shrugged.  “I
can’t wait.  Here goes.”  Ebony pulled the soft, heavy gown over her head, and
sighed as it dropped into place around her waist and over her shoulders.  “Perfect
fit,” she breathed, loving the feel of the soft thick fabric swirling around
her ankles.

“There’s
more,” said Damon.  “Turn this way.”

She
turned around to face him, and he placed a necklace over her head and let it
rest just above her cleavage.  “Oh!  So, so pretty--let me see!”  Ebony hurried
into the shower room and looked into the small mirror there above the sink, and
saw that the necklace was made of egg-sized translucent stones in soft pale
shades of blue and green.

“It’s a
perfect match with this gown!  Oh, thank you, thank you so much!”

“I am
glad you like the gown and the jewels, Ebony,” Damon said from the doorway of
the shower room.  “All of the other women received a necklace of polished
chalcedonite, too, though no two necklaces are alike.” He paused, and she was
aware that he was studying her. 
Let him,
she thought. 
I feel so
much better now!  He can stare at me all he wants.  Hell, even I’d stare at me
right now, good as I look!
 But she merely smiled at him, and then he
stepped back to allow her to leave the shower room.

“Take
your bag, Ebony.  It’s time to go.”

She
nodded at him, and picked up the two canvas bags which held everything she
owned.  Then she left the little sleeping room for what she hoped would be the
last time.

***

Ebony
walked out into the corridor and immediately felt the tension in the air.  The
first of the two flyers sat waiting on the floor of the great corridor not far
from the entrance to the cave.  Its own blue and red and white running lights
were on, and a couple of spotlights from somewhere high up above them shone
brightly on the silvery surface of the bus-sized cube that was their craft.  And
everywhere the men ran about to work on the flyer, constantly shouting out to
one another and barking orders and demanding that this or that be done right
away.

She
stayed close to Damon until they reached the front of the craft, and then she
broke away and hurried over to the other three women who had gathered there.  “Cassie!
 Jane!  Famke!” she cried, setting down her canvas bags.  “I see you got new
dresses, too!”

They all
gathered close, laughing and then crying a little all at once, and Ebony got a
good look at them.  Little blonde Cassie wore a soft red gown with a necklace
of pink and cream-colored stones; tall, fair Famke wore a purple gown with a
necklace of blue and pink stones; and dark blonde Jane wore a pink gown with
blue and cream stones.

“I would
have picked some nice jeans if anybody had asked, but it’ll do,” said Ebony.

“At least
we’re not freezing in see-through rags!” said Cassie.

“And
we’re not barefoot,” said Famke.

“And
we’re leaving this place,” said Jane, and all of them laughed.  “I’d walk out
of here naked if it would get me to something like civilization,” Jane added,
and the rest nodded. 

“Let’s
hope it doesn’t come to that again,” muttered Ebony, and then they all looked
up as Fallon approached them. 

“Good
evening to you, ladies,” he said, and actually gave them a small nod of his
head.  “We’ll be putting you on the flyer in just a moment.  The crew is almost
done preparing it.”

Two men
walked past and picked up their bags, carrying them around to the back of the
flyer.  Suddenly Cassie looked afraid.  She clutched Ebony’s arm as she glanced
up at Fallon.  “Why do we have to go first?” she asked, her voice shaking.  “You
don’t know what’s out there--or even if this flyer thing works--I don’t want to
do this!”

Fallon
looked down at Cassie, and at the other three women.  “You are all going first
because we want our most vulnerable safely out of here before King Kore knows
we have these flyers--before the Zhala riders can mount an attack.  The other
four women will depart on the other flyer the moment you land in New Chalcydon. 
Only then will the rest of the men be flown out.”

He
glanced over them, smiled briefly.  “Allow me to say that you all look
beautiful.  I hope you liked the gowns and the necklaces.”

“Yes,
yes, thank you!” said Cassie, smiling once more. 

“Good to
have clothes again, even if it is another skirt,” said Jane.

“There’s
a lot to be said for being decently dressed, no matter what it is,” said Ebony.

“And
shod,” added Famke.

“I am
glad that you are pleased,” Fallon said.  Then there was a slight whining sound
just above them, coming from the wall of the flyer.  Ebony looked up to see a
door sliding open in the silvery side of the flyer.  The door reached nearly to
the ground and revealed steps going up and into the craft.

“Just like
the bus back home,” muttered Ebony.  “All right, girls, let’s go.  With any
luck, there’ll be chocolate bars and cable TV where we’re going.  Let’s
go!
”

Slowly,
hesitantly, the other three women stepped up onto the stairway and walked
inside the flyer.  Ebony went last, making sure they all got aboard, and then
was rather relieved to see that the inside looked much like a modern airliner
the way she remembered it back on Earth--or even a city bus.  There was a
center aisle with rows of two seats on either side--large, comfortable looking
seats, she thought--but it made her uneasy to see that there were no windows
anywhere inside and nothing to look at but blank silver wall.  Then again, she
thought, as she took a seat in the first row next to that wall, maybe it was
better that they didn’t know what was out there as the pilots flew their
unfamiliar craft through the night.

Ebony sat
down, and the seat was indeed very soft and roomy.  Cassie sat down next to
her, while Famke and Jane were across the aisle in the same first row.  Then
the men who were the mates of the four women aboard--Ryan, Brenzir, Vin, and
Damon--sat down directly behind their women.  And finally, the men whom Fallon
had chosen to go on this first trip filled up the rest of the seats.