ALIEN ABDUCTION (Captured by Aliens) (2 page)

Women did
what they had to do to survive.

The king
continued to grip her arm even as he pulled his already swollen member out from
under his long robes and pushed it against Ebony’s backside.  He tried to push
her thin gown out of the way, but she turned back around on all fours to face
him. 

She shut
her eyes in distaste, but decided she may as well get it over with.  She
gripped the shaft of his member at the base with one hand and put the rest into
her mouth, careful to avoid touching him with her teeth, and began sucking over
and over again like there was no tomorrow.

Well,
the better I do this, the sooner it will be over with
, she thought.  And it
didn’t take long.  Very soon the man was gasping with pleasure and relief, and
behaving as though he’d never had a woman do this kind of thing for him before.

“How did
you learn such a technique?” he said, still trying to catch his breath.  “Do
all such dark women as yourself know these things?”

“Google,”
said Ebony, wiping her mouth and rising to her feet.  “And no, it ain’t just
me.”

“What?”

“Never
mind.”
Didn’t the other women know the right way to do this? S
he
wondered.  If they didn’t, they should.  It was one of the best birth control
methods she knew.

“Oh, you
have pleased me very much today,” the king said.  He laughed.  “And this is
only the beginning.”

CHAPTER TWO

The days passed, and became too many to count, and soon Ebony
stopped wondering about such things as dates and months and years.  She slowly
came to terms with the fact that she and Adrienne and all of the other girls
who’d been kidnapped by some kind of alien race and were living on another
world--on another planet--in the harem of what seemed to be a very human king.

Ebony and
the other captive women soon settled into their routines in the harem.  They
had little choice.  Adrienne was the lucky one.  She’d been given as a prize to
the Captain of the Guard, Dezec Zeta, and on the rare occasions that she saw
her sister, she seemed happy and in love.

Ebony
learned that she was one of about one hundred and fifty women in the harem, all
from Earth and all captured by the creepy little aliens known as the Grays,
which they called them, and Nexus Lamians by everyone else.  Too bad she
couldn’t go back and tell everyone on Earth that those stories were true and
the people reporting them weren’t crazy after all.

She noted
that all the other concubines were white and had blonde or red hair.  Apparently,
that’s what men liked here, or else they’d never seen a black woman before, or
Hispanic or Asian.  She didn’t see many other people, but all of the men she’d
encountered in Auresial Palace had been white with hair color ranging from
silver to blond to light red and brown to almost black.

She
didn’t know which was stranger: finding out that all those alien abduction
stories were for real, or finding out that an outer space king was only
interested in the same thing any other man she’d ever met was interested in. 

Sometimes
she forgot she wasn’t on Earth anymore--but she would always be forcibly reminded
soon enough of where she really was.

Ebony
remembered how she and Adrienne had looked so out of place on the spaceship
amongst a bevy of blondes, and thought they’d just had the misfortune of being
in the wrong place at the wrong time when they’d seen the spaceship in the
middle of the Texas desert.  She’d hoped her coloring would make her less
attractive to the king, since they’d never seen it before, but unfortunately
that had not turned out to be the case.

If
anything, their fighting spirit and unusual coloring had made them both a
highly sought prize.

She could
not avoid sex with King Kore, but she always tried everything she knew to stop
him from knocking her up and she did her best to convince the other women to
stop it from happening to them, too.

They all
felt like prisoners, just as she did.  It went against her nature to not help
them where she could, since they all seemed to feel as lonely and as miserable
as she did.  The best way she could help the other women now was by explaining
a few techniques to them that would help them avoid becoming pregnant, and try
to convince these girls to use them.

The
simplest way was to take advantage of how the king enjoyed the feel of her
mouth on his cock.  Of course he did.  All men did.  He also enjoyed anal play,
and it was enough to keep him distracted from impregnating her when she was the
most susceptible.  A few near misses were enough to make her willing to do
almost anything to avoid that.

For that
reason, one of the things she tried to convince the other women to do was get
him off at least twice in one session.  Three times was better.  The more they
could drain him, the lower his sperm count would get--and, therefore, the lower
their chances were of ever becoming pregnant.  It was one of their best weapons
and Ebony made sure they all understood it.

Most of
them were college aged and fresh out of high school.  They had some experience,
but it never hurt to have extra tips.

The first
time Ebony had been marched into King Kore’s chambers, she’d managed to satisfy
him by simply using oral sex.  It wasn’t so bad, even if she did have to do it
twice.  At least he had let her leave without further harm, and if that was the
price of keeping her and her sister alive--well, many women had been forced to
do far worse to survive.

But now,
it was different.  Her biggest fear was turning up pregnant by this man, and
even the most skillfully done fellatio was not enough for him anymore.  He
demanded sex in almost every position Ebony had ever heard of--and some that
she had not.

King Kore
was so tall--at least seven feet, by her best guess--and so strong that he
could simply lift her up and fuck her while he was standing, moving her up and
down on his cock as though she were just a doll.  Sometimes he held her up so
that she was facing him, and sometimes he turned her around so that she was
facing away--but either way, she found it simple enough to introduce him anally
so that he could not impregnate her.

He might
demand that she get on all fours on top of a couple of bed-sized cushions, so
that she was up high enough for him to reach, and mount her that way from
behind.  Or she might have to lie backwards on the same high cushions so he
could enter her from the front.  She dreaded that one, since it was more
difficult to direct him to her anus--but she found that, if he was excited
enough, it could be done.

Or he
might want something else that Ebony had introduced him to.  She would tell him
to lie on his back while she straddled his belly, leaned forward, and put his
cock between her large breasts.  With simple up and down movements, she was
able to finish him this way, too, without risk of pregnancy.

But on
some occasions, the king would invite in several of the guards and insist that
they watch.  Ebony knew that the purpose of this was to spread stories of the
king’s prowess all around the castle--especially his skill with this exotic,
dark-skinned female.  They seemed to like the contrast of her skin with his. 
And he tended to show off and be especially vigorous when the guards were
watching, and Ebony found that she could easily get him off at least twice and
sometimes three times.

King Kore
seemed to make a point of having her perform oral sex on him as the guards
watched, and she could feel the tremendous tension radiating from these men as
they were forced to watch one of the very few women on the planet use her mouth
and then her breasts and then her pussy to satisfy the king.  But Ebony had her
own problems to worry about and had no concern for the guards.  If she could
finish off the king with only oral sex, then it was one less time to worry
about becoming pregnant.

Ebony did
worry a little when the poor guards had to escort her back to the harem after
watching her with the king.  They would grip her arms very tightly and she
could hear their rough breathing as they walked.  She almost felt sorry for
them.

Almost.

She
wondered what it would take to get one of them, or both of them, to fuck her.  Probably
not much, even with the unthinkable punishments that would await them if they
were caught.  There seemed to be no female servants, or female anything, here
in the palace.  Perhaps there were other harems of women reserved for men such
as these.  She really did not know.

There
could be some advantages to fucking the guards, she pondered.  They might
become allies of a sort and maybe, just maybe, become a road to escape.  And it
would certainly be far more pleasurable than what she was forced to endure with
King Kore.

At any
rate, right now, months after her kidnapping, two of those same guards were
here for Ebony again and stood waiting at the door to the harem.  She had long
ago given up the idea of trying to fight them.  She would not risk her own life
or her sister’s life.  This was the hand she had been dealt and, as she always
had with everything else in life, Ebony would do the best she could with it.

But, as
she walked down the corridors with the two tall, silent, black-armored guards,
she wasn’t sure how much longer she or any of the women could get away with not
bearing the king a child.  Would he blame them if none of them ended up
pregnant?  Just because his kingdom seemed clean and modern and civilized
didn’t mean barbarians didn’t lie beneath the surface.  The king had already
threatened to have her and her sister thrown from one of the towers if Ebony
did not do everything he wanted.

She often
thought that if she was going to be forced to bear a child, these handsome
young guardsmen were, frankly, a better choice to sire it than the cruel and
selfish king.  And it would be very real revenge on the king for forcing her
and the other women unwillingly into his harem--the ultimate revenge that a
woman could take on a man.

But she
knew that no matter who might father it, the last thing she wanted was to bring
a child into this insane world she had found herself trapped in. 
Just no
baby
, she whispered to herself. 
They’d only take it away from me anyway. 
I can put up with almost anything, for as long as I have to, as long as I don’t
drag a baby into it.

The
wooden doors opened.  The guards pushed her inside and then slammed the heavy
doors shut again.  She was alone with King Kore once again. 

In just a
few moments she found herself down on all fours like a dog on the heavy red
cushions, while the King got on his knees behind her and proceeded to anally
ram her like a bull.  She was ready for him; there was a plentiful supply of
lubricant in the harem and Ebony had prepared herself well.  It was not her
idea of sex, and she did not enjoy it; but it kept her and her sister alive,
and, at the very least, there would be no baby this way.

For a man
who insisted he wanted to impregnate one hundred and fifty women, he didn’t
seem to have a very good knowledge of their anatomy.  She wondered if he even
realized where she’d put him.  He was actually rather ignorant, and Ebony was
determined to keep him that way.

*
**

The next
morning, Ebony and Adrienne walked together through the corridors of the most
elegant of prisons--the palace of King Kore Anadaru, ruler of the enormous men
of the planet Chalcydon.  Ebony wore her customary red gossamer gown with the
gold ribbon borders, and was barefoot, while Adrienne wore a long gown of heavy
deep blue silk with a matching long silk coat over it--and the coat fell back
to reveal her very pregnant belly under the gown.  She also had proper shoes,
which resembled lightweight black leather ankle boots.

“Must be
nice to wear regular clothes--to say nothing of shoes,” Ebony murmured.

Adrienne
placed a hand on her sister’s shoulder.  “I’m so sorry, Ebony.  At least they
let me visit you.”

“Yeah,
but they wouldn’t let me out for the wedding.” Ebony smiled tightly, and
continued on her way through the corridor.

Though
she had never seen Auresial Palace from the outside--only as a captive held
within it--Ebony could tell that it was very, very large, quite possibly a
square mile in area, with endless beige stone walls and many, many pale stone
buildings both large and small.  There was the central throne room, and what
must have been offices and bureaucratic rooms, and storage for weapons and
clothing and food, and kitchens, and quarters for the soldiers and staff. 

Near the
center of the palace complex were the king’s own set of apartments, connected
to the very large harem itself by the long, long tan marble corridor that had
become so familiar to Ebony over the past year.  She imagined that the entire
palace consisted of these same tan marble hallways and wide corridors with
skylights high above and tall green plants reaching for the ceiling in huge
stone pots every few yards, for it was all she had ever seen. 

The
palace had lights that came on at a touch, just as in a home on Earth, and
plenty of running water and lovely bathing pools; but the place still had a
medieval feel to it that no amount of modern plumbing could banish.

The
people, too, had something strange about them.  At least, the men did; she had
seen no other women here except for the others in the harem, who were all from
Earth and had been kidnapped and brought here just as she had been.  She got
almost no view of the surrounding city streets from within the palace, since
the harem and the king’s quarters were so near the center of it and there was
simply nothing to see.